Absence Of Occupation Is Not Rest.

All Constraint, / Except What Wisdom Lays On Evil Men, / Is Evil.

Lived In His Saddle, Loved The Chase, The Course, And Always, Ere He Mounted, Kiss'd His Horse.

O Solitude, Where Are The Charms That Sages Have Seen In Thy Face? Better Dwell In The Midst Of Alarms, Than Reign In This Horrible Place.

Absence From Whom We Love Is Worse Than Death, And Frustrates Hope Severer Than Despair.

God Moves In Mysterious Ways His Wonders To Performs