Now I Will Believe That There Are

A True Repentance Shuns The Evil Itself, More Than The External Suffering Or The Shame.

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight; Which Therein Works A Miracle In Nature, Making Them Lightest That Wear Most Of It: So Are Those Crisped Snaky Golden Locks Which Make Such Wanton Gambols With The Wind Upon Supposed Fairness, Often Known To Be The Dowry Of A Second Head, The Skull That Bred Them In The Sepulchre.

This Day's Black Fate On More Days Doth Depend; This But Begins The Woe, Others Must End.

God Bless Thee; And Put Meekness In Thy Breast, Love, Charity, Obedience, And True Duty!

The Gaudy, Blabbing, And Remorseful Day Is Crept Into The Bosom Of The Sea.