Anon Out Of The Earth A Fabric

Now Came Still Evening On; And Twilight Gray Had In Her Sober Livery All Things Clad: Silence Accompanied; For Beast And Bird, They To They Grassy Couch, These To Their Nests, Were Slunk, All But The Wakeful Nightingale.

Knowledge Cannot Defile, Nor Consequently The Books, If The Will And Conscience Be Not Defiled.

Hope Allows Us To Bid Farewell To Fear.

Into This Wild Abyss, The Womb Of Nature And Perhaps Her Grave.

In God's Intention, A Meet And Happy Conversation Is The Chiefest And Noblest End Of Marriage.