As In An Organ From One Blast

It Is Not Hard For Any Man Who Hath A Bible In His Hand To Borrow Good Words And Holy Sayings In Abundance; But To Make Them His Own Is A Work Of Grace Only From Above.

Our Torments Also May In Length Of Time Become Our Elements, These Piercing Fires As Soft As Now Severe, Our Temper Changed Into Their Temper.

Let None Admire That Riches Grow In Hell; That Soil May Best Deserve The Precious Bane.

For What Is Glory But The Blaze Of Fame?

What Hath Night To Do With Sleep?