O,speak To Me No More;these Words Like

Behold The Threaden Sails, Borne With The Invisible And Creeping Wind, Draw The Huge Bottoms Through The Furrow'd Sea, Breasting The Lofty Surge

I Must Be Cruel Only To Be Kind; Thus Bad Begins, And Worse Remains Behind.

There's Place And Means For Every Man Alive.

Tis A Cruelty To Load A Fallen Man.

When Heaven Doth Weep, Doth Not The Earth O'erflow? If The Winds Rage, Doth Not The Sea Wax Mad, Threatening The Welkin With His Big-swollen Face?