Haste Is Needful In A Desperate Case.

There Is No More Mercy In Him Than There Is Milk In A Male Tiger.

Foul Deeds Will Rise, Though All The Earth O'erwhelm Them, To Men's Eyes.

Though Inclination Be As Sharp As Will, My Stronger Guilt Defeats My Strong Intent, And, Like A Man To Double Business Bound, I Stand In Pause Where I Shall First Begin, And Both Neglect.

The Present Eye Praises The Present Object.

What Freezings I Have Felt, What Dark Days Seen, What Old December's Bareness Everywhere!