A Good Book Is The Precious Lifeblood

What Boots It At One Gate To Make Defence, And At Another To Let In The Foe?

And The More I See Pleasures About Me, So Much More I Feel Torment Within Me.

Have Hung My Dank And Dropping Weeds To The Stern God Of Sea.

In Contemplation Of Created Things, By Steps We May Ascend To God.

Or If Virtue Feeble Were, Heav'n Itself Would Stoop To Her.