There Is A Pleasure In

When One That Holds Communion With The Skies Has Fill'd His Urn Where These Pure Waters Rise, And Once More Mingles With Us Meaner Things, 'tis E'en As If An Angel Shook His Wings.

He Is The Freeman Whom The Truth Makes Free, And All Are Slaves Besides.

A Life Of Ease Is A Difficult Pursuit.

Existence Is A Strange Bargain. Life Owes Us Little; We Owe It Everything. The Only True Happiness Comes From Squandering Ourselves For A Purpose.

Our Love Is Principle, And Has Its Root In Reason, Is Judicious, Manly, Free.