How Much Shall I Be Changed, Before

Religion Is Not A Melancholy, The Spirit Of God Is Not A Damper.

Tis True, 'tis Day; What Though It Be? O Wilt Thou Therefore Rise From Me? Why Should We Rise, Because 'tis Light? Did We Lie Down, Because 'twas Night? Love Which In Spite Of Darkness Brought Us Hither Should In Despite Of Light Keep Us Together.

Doubt Wisely; In Strange Way To Stand Inquiring Right, Is Not To Stray; To Sleep, Or Run Wrong, Is.

In Best Understandings, Sin Began, Angels Sinned First, Then Devils, And Then Man.

Kind Pity Chokes My Spleen.