Then liberty, like day, Breaks on the soul, and by a flash from Heaven Fires all the faculties with glorious joy.

Religion, richest favor of the skies.

[My kitten's] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.

Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.

Events of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.

Where men of judgment creep and feel their way, The positive pronounce without dismay.

But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.