God Is Thy Law, Thou Mine.

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

The Stars, That Nature Hung In Heaven, And Filled Their Lamps With Everlasting Oil, Give Due Light To The Misled And Lonely Traveller.

Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining.

But Oh The Heavy Change, Now Thou Art Gone, Now Thou Art Gone And Never Must Return!

But All Was False And Hollow; Though His Tongue Dropp'd Manna, And Could Make The Worse Appear The Better Reason, 4 To Perplex And Dash Maturest Counsels.