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March 16 I will lift up mine eyes to the hills, from whence cometh My help with what pleasure must holy angels have contemplated from there radiant spheres his impressive scenes that repenteth, the gayesies of life and the appearance of wordly Grandure excite me satesfaction in them, but filled the Mind with variety and fire the ardent wishes with folly
how poor and perishable is human fame and yet with what Eagerness is it universaly sought, what is it but like ^a^ bullle
Excited by some accidental cuase, to Sparkle for a moment on the stream of passing age then it disappear for ever and leave a empty void, and nothing can fill immortal Mind but god,
I had Sweet meeting in my chamber in the morning I wish that all my Dear friends enjoyed as much as I do