There Is A Pleasure In

[my Kitten's] Gambols Are Not To Be Described, And Would Be Incredible, If They Could.

Defend Me, Therefore, Common Sense, Say From Reveries So Airy, From The Toil Of Dropping Buckets Into Empty Wells, And Growing Old In Drawing Nothing Up.

How Happy It Is To Believe, With A Steadfast Assurance, That Our Petitions Are Heard Even While We Are Making Them; And How Delightful To Meet With A Proof Of It In The Effectual And Actual Grant Of Them.

Riches Have Wings, And Grandeur Is A Dream.

Satan Trembles When He Sees The Weakest Saint Upon Their Knees.