Small Habits Well Pursued Betimes May Reach

We Live In An Age Which Must Be Amused, Though Genius, Feeling, Trust, And Principle Be The Sacrifice.

Where Bright Imagination Reigns, The Fine-wrought Spirit Feels Acuter Pains.

The Soul On Earth Is An Immortal Guest.

If Faith Produce No Works, I See That Faith Is Not A Living Tree. Thus Faith And Works Together Grow, No Separate Life They Never Can Know. They're Soul And Body, Hand And Heart, What God Hath Joined, Let No Man Part.

In Men This Blunder Still You Find; All Think Their Little Set Mankind.