His Words, Like So Many Nimble And

And Storied Windows Richly Dight, Casting A Dim Religious Light.

The Timely Dew Of Sleep.

Yet Hold It More Humane, More Heav'nly, First, By Winning Words To Conquer Willing Hearts, And Make Persuasion Do The Work Of Fear.

Sport, That Wrinkled Care Derides, And Laughter Holding Both His Sides. Come And Trip It As Ye Go, On The Light Fantastic Toe.

He Who Reigns Within Himself And Rules Passions, Desires, And Fears Is More Than A King.