If Passion Rules, How Weak Does Reason

When Bounteous Autumn Rears Her Head, He Joys To Pull The Ripened Pear.

So Over Violent, Or Over Civil That Every Man With Him Was God Or Devil.

'tis A Good Thing To Laugh At Any Rate; And If A Straw Can Tickle A Man, It Is An Instrument Of Happiness.

Like Pilgrims To Th' Appointed Place We Tend; The World's An Inn, And Death The Journey's End.

A Good Conscience Is A Port Which Is Landlocked On Every Side, Where No Winds Can Possibly Invade. There A Man May Not Only See His Own Image, But That Of His Maker, Clearly Reflected From The Undisturbed Waters.