Part Of My Soul I Seek Thee,

Her Silent Course Advance With Inoffensive Pace, That Spinning Sleeps On Her Soft Axle.

Our Torments Also May In Length Of Time Become Our Elements, These Piercing Fires As Soft As Now Severe, Our Temper Changed Into Their Temper.

He Who Reigns Within Himself And Rules Passions, Desires, And Fears Is More Than A King.

The Greatest Burden In The World Is Superstition, Not Only Of Ceremonies In The Church, But Of Imaginary And Scarecrow Sins At Home.

And, When Night Darkens The Streets, Then Wander Forth The Sons Of Belial, Flown With Insolence And Wine.