All We Behold Is Miracle.

Absence From Whom We Love Is Worse Than Death, And Frustrates Hope Severer Than Despair.

The Statesman, Lawyer, Merchant, Man Of Trade Pants For The Refuge Of Some Rural Shade, Where All His Long Anxieties Forgot Amid The Charms Of A Sequester'd Spot, Or Recollected Only To Gild O'er And Add A Smile To What Was Sweet Before, He May Possess The Joys He Thinks He Sees, Lay His Old Age Upon The Lap Of Ease, Improve The Remnant Of His Wasted Span. And Having Lived A Trifler, Die A Man.

It Chills My Blood To Hear The Blest Supreme Rudely Appealed To On Each Trifling Theme.

Religion Caesar Never Knew Thy Posterity Shall Sway, Where His Eagles Never Flew, None As Invincible As They.

And Diff'ring Judgments Serve But To Declare That Truth Lies Somewhere, If We Knew But Where.