Is It, In Heav'n, A

Whatever Is, Is Right.

No Silver Saints, By Dying Misers Giv'n, Here Brib'd The Rage Of Ill-requited Heav'n; But Such Plain Roofs As Piety Could Raise, And Only Vocal With The Maker's Praise.

Party-spirit At Best Is But The Madness Of Many For The Gain Of A Few.

A Person Who Is Too Nice An Observer Of The Business Of The Crowd, Like One Who Is Too Curious In Observing The Labor Of Bees, Will Often Be Stung For His Curiosity.

Sure Of Their Qualities And Demanding Praise, More Go To Ruined Fortunes Than Are Raised.