I Am In Blood Stepp'd In So

You Great Benefactors, Sprinkle Our Society With Thankfulness. For Your Own Gifts, Make Yourselves Praised.

Light Vanity, Insatiate Cormorant, Consuming Means, Soon Preys Upon Itself.

'tis Better To Bear The Ills We Have Than Fly To Others That We Know Not Of.

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.

My Love Is As A Fever, Longing Still.