Go, Grieving Rimes Of Mine, To That

I Know And Love The Good, Yet, Ah! The Worst Pursue.

Do You Suppose There Is Any Living Man So Unreasonable That If He Found Himself Stricken With A Dangerous Ailment He Would Not Anxiously Desire To Regain The Blessing Of Health?

For Though I Am A Body Of This Earth, My Firm Desire Is Born From The Stars.

Suspicion Is The Cancer Of Friendship.

I Desire That Death Find Me Ready And Writing, Or If It Please Christ, Praying And Intears.