Religion, Richest Favor Of The Skies.

He That Negotiates Between God And Man, As God's Ambassador, The Grand Concerns Of Judgment And Of Mercy, Should Beware Of Lightness In His Speech.

A Christian's Wit Is Offensive Light, A Beam That Aids, But Never Grieves The Sight; Vig'rous In Age As In The Flush Of Youth, 'tis Always Active On The Side Of Truth.

The Man That Dares Traduce, Because He Can With Safety To Himself, Is Not A Man.

The Only Amarantine Flower On Earth Is Virtue.

Forgot The Blush That Virgin Fears Impart To Modest Cheeks, And Borrowed One From Art.