Books Are Not Seldom Talismans And Spells.

God Moves In A Mysterious Way, His Wonders To Perform. He Plants His Footsteps In The Sea, And Rides Upon The Storm.

The Earth Was Made So Various, That The Mind Of Desultory Man, Studious Of Change, And Pleased With Novelty, Might Be Indulged.

Tis Providence Alone Secures In Every Change Both Mine And Yours.

She That Asks Her Dear Five Hundred Friends, Contemns Them All, And Hates Their Coming.

Domestic Happiness, Thou Only Bliss Of Paradise That Has Surviv'd The Fall!