From Harmony, From Heav'nly Harmony. This Universal

Better To Hunt In Fields, For Health Unbought, Than Fee The Doctor For A Nauseous Draught, The Wise, For Cure, On Exercise Depend; God Never Made His Work For Man To Mend.

And He, Who Servilely Creeps After Sense, Is Safe, But Ne'er Will Reach An Excellence.

A Man Is To Be Cheated Into Passion, But To Be Reasoned Into Truth.

My Heart's So Full Of Joy, That I Shall Do Some Wild Extravagance Of Love In Public; And The Foolish World, Which Knows Not Tenderness, Will Think Me Mad.

Faith Is To Believe What You Do Not Yet See: The Reward For This Faith Is To See What You Believe. Thus All Below Is Strength, And All Above Is Grace.