Vice Stings Us Even In Our Pleasures,

Absence Of Occupation Is Not Rest; A Mind Quite Vacant Is A Mind Distressed.

And, Of All Lies (be That One Poet's Boast) / The Lie That Flatters I Abhor The Most.

The Darkest Day, If You Live Till Tomorrow, Will Have Passed Away.

O Winter! Ruler Of The Inverted Year, . . . I Crown Thee King Of Intimate Delights, Fireside Enjoyments, Home-born Happiness, And All The Comforts That The Lowly Roof Of Undisturbed Retirement, And The Hours Of Long Uninterrupted Evening, Know.

God Never Meant That Man Should Scale The Heavens By Strides Of Human Wisdom. In His Works, Though Wondrous, He Commands Us In His Word To Seek Him Rather Where His Mercy Shines.