He Loves But Little Who Can Say

Heaven Wheels Above You, Displaying To You Her Eternal Glories, And Still Your Eyes Are On The Ground.

Without Hope We Live In Desire.

Ah! Justice Of Our God! Who Else Could Stow Such Travails New And Pains As Met My Glance!

O Mortal Men, Be Wary Of How Ye Judge.

You Shall Find Out How Salt Is The Taste Of Another Man's Bread, And How Hard Is The Way Up And Down Another Man's Stairs.