He Who Finds He Has

Since Trifles Make The Sum Of Human Things, And Half Our Misery From Our Foibles Springs; Since Life's Best Joys Consist In Peace And Ease, And Though But Few Can Serve, Yet All May Please; On, Let Th' Ungentle Spirit Learn From Hence, A Small Unkindness Is A Great Offence.

The Secret Heart Is Fair Devotion's Temple; There The Saint, Even On That Living Altar, Lights The Flame Of Purest Sacrifice, Which Burns Unseen, Not Unaccepted.

A Corrupt Practice May Be Abolished, But A Soiled Imagination Is Not Easily Cleansed.

... It Is A Most Severe Trial For Those Women To Be Called To Lay Down Beauty, Who Have Nothing Else To Take Up. It Is For This Sober Season Of Life That Education Should Lay Up Its Rich Resources.

Wisdom Views With An Indifferent Eye All Finite Joys, All Blessings Born To Die.