The Timely Dew Of Sleep.

Immediate Are The Acts Of God, More Swift Than Time Or Motion.

In Naked Beauty More Adorn'd, More Lovely Than Pandora.

Darkness Now Rose, As Daylight Sunk, And Brought In Low'ring Night Her Shadowy Offspring.

Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining.

Knowledge Forbidden? Suspicious, Reasonless. Why Should Their Lord Envy Them That? Can It Be A Sin To Know? Can It Be Death?