Poor Intricated Soul! Riddling, Perplexed, Labyrinthical Soul!

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.

Sleep Is Pain's Easiest Salve

Christ Beats His Drum, But He Does Not Press Men; Christ Is Served With Voluntaries.

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

Poor Intricated Soul! Riddling, Perplexed, Labyrinthical Soul!