Though Peace Be Made, Yet It's Interest

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

The Only Amarantine Flower On Earth Is Virtue.

There Is A Pleasure In Poetic Pains / Which Only Poets Know.

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.

How! Leap Into The Pit Our Life To Save? To Save Our Life Leap All Into The Grave.