It Is Great To Do That Thing

There Is A Devilish Mercy In The Judge, If You'll Implore It, That Will Free Your Life, But Fetter You Till Death.

Your Praises Will Become Your Wages.

A Wild Dedication Of Yourselves To Undiscovered Waters, Undreamed Shores.

I Have Heard It Said There Is An Art Which In Their Piedness Shares With Great Creating Nature.

Feed On Her Damask Cheek: She Pined In Thought, And With A Green And Yellow Melancholy She Sat Like Patience On A Monument, Smiling At Grief