All Things That Are, Are With More

How Well He's Read, To Reason Against Reading!

Now, God Be Praised, That To Believing Souls Gives Light In Darkness, Comfort In Despair.

Thou Art Most Rich, Being Poor; Most Choice, Forsaken; And Most Lov'd, Despis'd! Thee And Thy Virtues Here I Seize Upon.

The Eyes Are The Window To Your Soul

And I Will Make It Felony To Drink Small Beer.