Where Bright Imagination Reigns, The Fine-wrought Spirit

Where Bright Imagination Reigns, The Fine-wrought Spirit Feels Acuter Pains.

Did Not God Sometimes Withhold In Mercy What We Ask, We Should Be Ruined At Our Own Request.

How Short Is Human Life! The Very Breath Which Frames My Words Accelerates My Death.

There Is Scarcely Any Fault In Another Which Offends Us More Than Vanity, Though Perhaps There Is None That Really Injures Us So Little.

When Thou Hast Truly Thanked The Lord For Every Blessing Sent, But Little Time Will Then Remain For Murmur Or Lament.