One Sip Of This Will Bathe The

And Looks Commercing With The Skies, Thy Rapt Soul Sitting In Thine Eyes.

There Are No Songs Comparable To The Songs Of Zion, No Orations Equal To Those Of The Prophets, And No Politics Like Those Which The Scriptures Teach.

Courage Never To Submit Of Yield.

Virtue Hath No Tongue To Check Vice's Pride.

But Pain Is Perfect Misery, The Worst Of Evils, And Excessive, Overturns All Patience.