Happy the man who sees a God employed in all the good and ills that checker life.
Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.
A life all turbulence and noise may seem To him that leads it wise and to be praised, But wisdom is a pearl with most success Sought in still waters.
Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock, it never is at home.
It is a terrible thought, that nothing is ever forgotten; that not an oath is ever uttered that does not continue to vibrate through all times, in the wide spreading current of sound; that not a prayer is lisped, that its record is not to be found st