The Moral Perfections Of The Deity, The

A Vast Space Naturally Raises In My Thoughts The Idea Of An Almighty Being.

Rides In The Whirlwind And Directs The Storm.

Flying Would Give Such Occasions For Intrigues As People Cannot Meet With Who Have Nothing But Legs To Carry Them.

Tis Not My Talent To Conceal My Thoughts, Or Carry Smiles And Sunshine In My Face, When Discontent Sits Heavy At My Heart.

Of All The Diversions Of Life, There Is None So Proper To Fill Up Its Empty Spaces As The Reading Of Useful And Entertaining Authors.