All Hope Is Lost Of My Reception

If By Prayer Incessant I Could Hope To Change The Will Of Him Who All Things Can, I Would Not Cease To Weary Him With My Assiduous Cries; But Prayer Against His Absolute Decree No More Avails Than Breath Against The Wind Blown Stifling Back On Him That Breathes It Forth: Therefore To His Great Bidding I Submit.

Laws Can Discover Sin, But Not Remove It

Angels Contented With Their Face In Heaven, Seek Not The Praise Of Men.

So Sinks The Day-star In The Ocean Bed, And Yet Anon Repairs His Drooping Head, And Tricks His Beams, And With New-spangled Ore Flames In The Forehead Of The Morning Sky.

If This Fail, The Pillar'd Firmament Is Rottenness, And Earth's Base Built On Stubble.