Events Of All Sorts Creep Or Fly

The Spleen Is Seldom Felt Where Flora Reigns; The Low'ring Eye, The Petulance, The Frown, And Sullen Sadness, That O'ershade, Distort, And Mar The Face Of Beauty, When No Cause For Such Immeasurable Woe Appears; These Flora Banishes, And Gives The Fair Sweet Smiles, And Bloom Less Transient Than Her Own.

He That Negotiates Between God And Man, As God's Ambassador, The Grand Concerns Of Judgment And Of Mercy, Should Beware Of Lightness In His Speech.

A Moral, Sensible, And Well-bred Manwill Not Affront Me, And No Other Can.

There Is In Souls A Sympathy With Sounds.

Heaven's Harmony Is Universal Love.