Afflictions Clarify The Soul.

Even As The Needle That Directs The Hour, (touched With The Loadstone) By The Secret Power Of Hidden Nature, Points Upon The Pole; Even So The Wavering Powers Of My Soul, Touch'd By The Virtue Of Thy Spirit, Flee From What Is Earth, And Point Alone To Thee.

Luxury Is An Enticing Pleasure, A Bastard Mirth, Which Hath Honey In Her Mouth, Gall In Her Heart, And A Sting In Her Tail.

A Lamb Appears A Lion, And We Fear Each Bush We See's A Bear.

Take Heed Thou Trust Not The Deceitful Lap Of Wanton Dalilah; The World's A Trap.

Reason Can Discover Things Only Near,--sees Nothing That's Above Her.