I Am Satisfied To Trifle

Grave Authors Say, And Witty Poets Sing, That Honest Wedlock Is A Glorious Thing.

See Skulking Truth To Her Old Cavern Fled, Mountains Of Casuistry Heap'd O'er Her Head! Philosophy, That Lean'd On Heav'n Before, Shrinks To Her Second Cause, And Is No More. Physic Of Metaphysic Begs Defence, And Metaphysic Calls For Aid On Sense! See Mystery To Mathematics Fly!

Heaven From All Creatures Hides The Book Of Fate.

Some Men's Wit Is Like A Dark Lantern, Which Serves Their Own Turn And Guides Them Their Own Way, But Is Never Known (according To The Scripture Phrase) Either To Shine Forth Before Men, Or To Glorify Their Father In Heaven.

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