We suffer more in imagination than in reality.

We suffer more in imagination than in reality.

To his tuned spirit the wild heather-bells
Ring Sabbath knells;
The sod's a cushion for his pious read more

To his tuned spirit the wild heather-bells
Ring Sabbath knells;
The sod's a cushion for his pious want,
And, consecrated by the heaven within it,
The sky-blue pool a font.

Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.

Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.

Without favour none will know you, and with it you will not know
your selfe.

Without favour none will know you, and with it you will not know
your selfe.

Things at the worst will cease, or e'en climb upward
To what they were before.

Things at the worst will cease, or e'en climb upward
To what they were before.

Harken to reason or shee will bee heard.

Harken to reason or shee will bee heard.

He that sowes trusts in God.

He that sowes trusts in God.

Or will you think, my friend, your bus'ness done
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one.

Or will you think, my friend, your bus'ness done
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one.

Men at some time are masters of their fates.

Men at some time are masters of their fates.