Mary Mollineux

"How sweet is harmless solitude! What can its joys control? Tumults and noise may not intrude, To interrupt the soul."

"These rugged walls less grievous are to me, Than those bedeck'd with curious arras be T'a guilty conscience; to a wounded heart, A palace cannot palliate that smart: Tho' drunk with pleasure, dull with opiates, Some seem as senseless of their sad estates, Till on their dying-beds conscience awakes. But tho' the righteous be in bonds confin'd, They inwardly sweet satisfaction find."