In Grief We Know The Worst Of

Did Not God Sometimes Withhold In Mercy What We Ask, We Should Be Ruined At Our Own Request.

Since Trifles Make The Sum Of Human Things, And Half Our Misery From Our Foibles Springs; Since Life's Best Joys Consist In Peace And Ease, And Though But Few Can Serve, Yet All May Please; On, Let Th' Ungentle Spirit Learn From Hence, A Small Unkindness Is A Great Offence.

It Is The Modern Nature Of Goodness To Exert Itself Quietly, While A Few Characters Of The Opposite Cast Seem, By The Rumor Of Their Exploits, To Fill The World; And By Their Noise To Multiply Their Numbers.

Indeed, I Have, Alas! Outlived Almost Every One Of My Contemporaries. One Pays Dear For Living Long.

Prayer Is Not Eloquence, But Earnestness; Not The Definition Of Helplessness, But The Feeling Of It; Not Figures Of Speech, But Earnestness Of Soul.