What Reinforcement We May Gain From Hope;

Nothing Is Here For Tears, Nothing To Wail Or Knock The Breast, No Weakness, No Contempt, Dispraise, Or Blame,-nothing But Well And Fair, And What May Quiet Us In A Death So Noble.

Evil, Be Thou My Good.

The Helmed Cherubim, And Sworded Seraphim, Are Seen In Glittering Ranks With Wings Display'd.

Let None Admire That Riches Grow In Hell; That Soil May Best Deserve The Precious Bane.

Beauty Stands In The Admiration Only Of Weak Minds Led Captive.