Make Use Of Time, Let Not Advantage

Wisely Weigh Our Sorrow With Our Comfort.

As Soon Go Kindle Fire With Snow, As Seek To Quench The Fire Of Love With Words.

It Is The Witness Still Of Excellency To Put A Strange Face On His Own Perfection.

O Wretched State! O Bosom Black As Death! O Limed Soul That, Struggling To Be Free, Art More Engaged! Help, Angels! Make Assay! Bow, Stubborn Knees! And, Heart With Strings Of Steel, Be Soft As Sinews Of The New-born Babe!

O Ceremony, Show Me But Thy Worth? What Is Thy Soul Of Adoration? Art Thou Aught Else But Place, Degree, And Form, Creating Awe And Fear In Other Men?