So May'st Thou Live, Till Like Ripe

God Is Thy Law, Thou Mine: To Know No More Is Woman's Happiest Knowledge And Her Praise. With Thee Conversing I Forget All Time.

The Spirit Of Man, Which God Inspired, Cannot Together Perish With This Corporeal Clod.

Confusion Heard His Voice, And Wild Uproar Stood Ruled, Stood Vast Infinitude Confined; Till At His Second Bidding Darkness Fled, Light Shone, And Order From Disorder Sprung.

Hard Are The Ways Of Truth, And Rough To Walk.

Let Us Descend Now Therefore From This Top Of Speculation.