An idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as when it stands.
And prate and preach about what others prove, As if the world and they were hand and glove.
Visitors are insatiable devourers of time, and fit only for those who, if they did not visit, would do nothing.
Whoever keeps an open ear For tattlers will be sure to hear The trumpet of contention.
Freedom has a thousand charms to show, That slaves, howe’er contented, never know.
With spots quadrangular of diamond form, Ensanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife, And spades, the emblems of untimely graves.
God moves in mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps on the sea and rides upon the storm.
Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death.