At Christmas I No More Desire A

Ay, When Fowls Have No Feathers And Fish Have No Fin.

Nothing Emboldens Sin So Much As Mercy.

Honest Plain Words Best Pierce The Ear Of Grief.

O Call Not Me To Justify The Wrong, That Thy Unkindness Lays Upon My Heart, Wound Me Not With Thine Eye But With Thy Tongue, Use Power With Power, And Slay Me Not By Art.

Jesu, Jesu, The Mad Days That I Have Spent! And To See How Many Of My Old Acquaintance Are Dead!