Keep Us, Lord, So Awake In The

At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners, Blow Your Trumpets, Angels, And Arise, Arise From Death, You Numberless Infinities Of Souls **** All Whom War, Dearth, Age, Agues, Tyrannies, Despair, Law, Chance, Hath Slain.

When One Man Dies, One Chapter Is Not Torn Out Of The Book, But Translated Into A Better Language.

Women Are Like The Arts, Forced Unto None, Open To All Searchers, Unprized, If Unknown.

For Love All Love Of Other Sights Controls And Makes One Little Room An Everywhere

As Virtuous Men Pass Mildly Away, And Whisper To Their Souls To Go, Whilst Some Of Their Sad Friends Do Say, The Breath Goes Now, And Some Say No.