So vast is art, so narrow human wit
Health consists with temperance alone
Tis but a part we see, and not a whole
The most positive men are the most credulous
Passions are the gales of life
Fools admire, but men of sense approve
The world forgetting, by the world forgot
Woman's at best a contradiction still
Men would be angels, angels would be Gods
Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die
Christmas is joy, religious joy, an inner joy of light and peace