Repentance Is The Virtue Of Weak Minds.

For Mysterious Things Of Faith, Rely On The Proponent, Heaven's Authority.

For What Can Power Give More Than Food And Drink, To Live At Ease, And Not Be Bound To Think?

Farewell, Too Little, And Too Lately Known, Whom I Began To Think And Call My Own.

Seas Are The Fields Of Combat For The Winds; But When They Sweep Along Some Flowery Coast, Their Wings Move Mildly, And Their Rage Is Lost.

To So Perverse A Sex All Grace Is Vain.