Religion, If In Heavenly Truths Attired, Needs

He That Attends To His Interior Self, That Has A Heart, And Keeps It; Has A Mind That Hungers, And Supplies It; And Who Seeks A Social, Not A Dissipated Life, Has Business.

Tis Providence Alone Secures In Every Change Both Mine And Yours.

There Is A Pleasure In Poetic Pains / Which Only Poets Know.

When All Within Is Peace How Nature Seems To Smile Delights That Never Cease The Live-long Day Beguile

Give What Thou Canst, Without Thee We Are Poor; And With Thee Rich, Take What Thou Wilt Away.