I Have Seen Better Faces In My

Thus Did I Keep My Person Fresh And New, My Presence, Like A Robe Pontifical, Ne'er Seen But Wondered At, And So My State, Seldom But Sumptuous, Showed Like A Feast.

What Is Past Is Prologue.

There's Husbandry In Heaven; Their Candles Are All Out.

This Look Of Thine Will Hurl My Soul From Heaven.

Whereto Serves Mercy But To Confront The Visage Of Offense?