Not Stepping Over The Bounds Of Modesty.

Barnes Are Blessings.

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

And The More Pity That Great Folk Should Have Count'nance In This World To Drown Or Hang Themselves More Than Their Even-christen.

And This, Our Life, Exempt From Public Haunt, Finds Tongues In Trees, Books In The Running Brooks, Sermons In Stones, And Good In Everything.

What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks?