The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown. - William Cowper

Give what Thou canst, without Thee we are poor; And with Thee rich, take what Thou wilt away.

I am monarch of all I survey,
My right there is none to dispute,
From the centre all round to the sea,
I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
O solitude! Where are the charms
That sages have seen in thy face?
Better dwell in the midst of alarms,
Than reign in this horrible place.

Though on pleasure she was bent, She had a frugal mind.