And The Earth Self-balanced On Her Centre

God Doth Not Need Either Man's Work Or His Own Gifts. Who Best Bear His Mild Yoke, They Serve Him Best. His State Is Kingly: Thousands At His Bidding Speed, And Post O'er Land And Ocean Without Rest; They Also Serve Who Only Stand And Wait.

Part Of My Soul I Seek Thee, And Claim Thee My Other Half

Eloquence The Soul, Song Charms The Senses.

Just Deeds Are The Best Answer To Injurious Words.

To Be Weak Is Miserable, Doing Or Suffering.