Love's Fire Heats Water, Water Cools Not

Sweet Are The Uses Of Adversity

Nature, As It Grows Again Toward Earth, Is Fashioned For The Journey, Dull And Heavy.

O Judgment ! Thou Art Fled To Brutish Beasts, And Men Have Lost Their Reason !

I Go, I Go, Look How I Go, Swifter Than An Arrow From A Bow

Then Is It Sin To Rush Into The Secret House Of Death. Ere Death Dare Come To Us?