Made Poetry A Mere Mechanic Art.

Fancy, Like The Finger Of A Clock, Runs The Great Circuit, And Is Still At Home.

The Parson Knows Enough Who Knows A Duke.

If Hindrances Obstruct The Way, Thy Magnanimity Display. And Let Thy Strength Be Seen: But O, If Fortune Fill Thy Sail With More Than A Propitious Gale, Take Half Thy Canvas In.

My Soul Is Sick With Every Day's Report Of Wrong And Outrage With Which Earth Is Filled.

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.