There Is A Majesty In Simplicity.

Tis But A Part We See, And Not A Whole.

To Him No High, No Low, No Great, No Small; He Fills, He Bounds, Connects And Equals All!

Happy The Man Whose Wish And Care A Few Paternal Acres Bound, Content To Breathe His Native Air In His Own Ground.

Why Has Not Man A Microscopic Eye? For This Plain Reason, Man Is Not A Fly. Say What The Use, Were Finer Optics Giv'n, T' Inspect A Mite, Not Comprehend The Heav'n.

True Politeness Consists In Being Easy One's Self, And In Making Every One About One As Easy As One Can.