I Heard An Angel Speak Last Night/and

And I Must Bear What Is Ordained With Patience, Being Aware Necessity Doth Front The Universe With An Invincible Gesture.

I Would Not Be A Rose Upon The Wall A Queen Might Stop At, Near The Palace-door, To Say To A Courtier, "pluck That Rose For Me, It's Prettier Than The Rest." O Romney Leigh! I'd Rather Far Be Trodden By His Foot, Than Lie In A Great Queen's Bosom.

My Patience Has Dreadful Chilblains From Standing So Long On A Monument.

And Is It Not The Chief Good Of Money, The Being Free From The Need Of Thinking Of It?

Free Men Freely Work: Whoever Fears God, Fears To Sit At Ease.