"lawyers Are": Perilous Mouths.

We Waste Our Lights In Vain, Like Lamps By Day.

The Silence Often Of Pure Innocence Persuades When Speaking Fails.

Scorn, At First, Makes After-love The More.

If I May Trust The Flattering Truth Of Sleep, My Dreams Presage Some Joyful News At Hand. My Bosom's Lord Sits Lightly In His Throne, And All This Day An Unaccustomed Spirit Lifts Me Above The Ground With Cheerful Thoughts.

All Things Are Ready, If Our Mind Be So.