And How His Audit Stands Who Knows,

Wisdom Cries Out In The Streets, And No Man Regards It.

You Know Who You Are, But Know Not Who You Could Be.

And Blind Oblivion Swallowed Cities Up.

And All My Mother Came Into Mine Eyes And Gave Me Up To Tears.

How Poor Are They That Have Not Patience! What Wound Did Ever Heal But By Degrees?