Good sense, good health, good conscience, and good fame,--all these belong to virtue, and all prove that virtue has a title to your love.
Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another's pain.
Elegant as simplicity, and warm As ecstasy.
The few that pray at all pray oft amiss.
He that runs may read.
Trials make the promise sweet, Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to His feet, Lay me low, and keep me there.