Religion, richest favor of the skies.

Unmissed but by his dogs and by his groom.

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

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

Strange as it may seem, the most ludicrous lines I ever wrote have been written in the saddest mood.

He that runs may read.

Happy the man who sees a God employed in all the good and ills that checker life.