Where Christ Brings His Cross He Brings

When We First Met And Loved, I Did Not Build Upon The Event With Marble. . . .

The Tyrant Should Take Heed To What He Doth, Since Every Victim-carrion Turns To Use, And Drives A Chariot, Like A God Made Wroth, Against Each Piled Injustice.

Books Succeed; And Lives Fail.

Whatever's Lost, It First Was Won.

But Love Me For Love's Sake, That Evermore Thou May'st Love On, Through Love's Eternity.