Beauty Is Nature's Coin, Must Not Be

Virtue May Be Assailed, But Never Hurt, Surprised By Unjust Force, But Not Inthralled; Yea, Even That Which Mischief Meant Most Harm Shall In The Happy Trial Prove Most Glory.

Death From Sin No Power Can Separate.

Quips And Cranks And Wanton Wiles, Nods And Becks And Wreathèd Smiles.

Necessity And Chance Approach Not Me, And What I Will Is Fate.

Truth Is Compared In Scripture To A Streaming Fountain; If Her Waters Flow Not In Perpetual Progression, They Sicken Into A Muddy Pool Of Conformity And Tradition.