What Need A Man Forestall His Date

To Be Blind Is Not Miserable; Not To Be Able To Bear Blindness, That Is Miserable.

The Work Under Our Labour Grows, Luxurious By Restraint.

The First And Wisest Of Them All Professed To Know This Only, That He Nothing Knew.

So Dear To Heaven Is Saintly Chastity, That, When A Soul Is Found Sincerely So, A Thousand Liveried Angels Lacky Her, Driving Far Off Each Thing Of Sin And Guilt.

Part Of My Soul I Seek Thee, And Claim Thee My Other Half