Which Way I Fly Is Hell; Myself

Now Came Still Evening On, And Twilight Gray Had In Her Sober Livery All Things Clad; Silence Accompany'd; For Beast And Bird, They To Their Grassy Couch, These To Their Nests, Were Slunk, All But The Wakeful Nightingale; She All Night Long Her Amorous Descant Sung; Silence Was Pleas'd. Now Glow'd The Firmament With Living Sapphires; Hesperus, That Led The Starry Host, Rode Brightest, Till The Moon, Rising In Clouded Majesty, At Length Apparent Queen Unveil'd Her Peerless Light, And O'er The Dark Her Silver Mantle Threw.

Eye Me, Blest Providence, And Square My Trial To My Proportion'd Strength.

He Who Destroys A Good Book Kills Reason Itself.

Time, Though In Eternity, Applied To Motion, Measures All Things Durable By Present, Past, And Future.

Ask For This Great Deliverer Now, And Find Him Eyeless In Gaza At The Mill With Slaves.