Nature Delights In The Most Plain And

Virtue Which Shuns, The Day.

For Ever Singing As They Shine, The Hand That Made Us Is Divine.

We Are Apt To Rely Upon Future Prospects, And Become Really Expensive While We Are Only Rich In Possibility. We Live Up To Our Expectations, Not To Our Possessions, And Make A Figure Proportionable To What We May Be, Not What We Are.

How Beautiful Is Death, When Earn'd By Virtue!

There Are Greater Depths And Obscurities, Greater Intricacies And Perplexities, In An Elaborate And Well-written Piece Of Nonsense, Than In The Most Abstruse And Profound Tract Of School Divinity.