A kick that scarce would move a horse

Man disobeys, and deity disowns me.

But oars alone can ne'er prevail To reach the distant coast; The breath of Heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, And frustrate hope severer than despair.

Beware of desp'rate steps! The darkest day (Live till tomorrow) will have passed away.

Damned below Judas; more abhorred than he was.

Oh! I could thresh his old jacket till I made his pension jingle in his pockets.