And Swear No Where Lives A Woman

The Heavens Rejoice In Motion, Why Should I Abjure My So Much Loved Variety.

Be More Than Man, Or Thou'rt Less Than An Ant.

I Shall Die Reading; Since My Book And A Grave Are So Near.

How Much Shall I Be Changed, Before I Am Changed!

Now God Comes To Thee, Not As In The Dawning Of The Day, Not As In The Bud Of The Spring, But As The Sun At Noon To Illustrate All Shadows, As The Sheaves In Harvest, To Fill All Penuries, All Occasions Invite His Mercies, And All Times Are His Seasons.