I Find No Abhorring In My Appetite.

Religion Is Not A Melancholy, The Spirit Of God Is Not A Damper.

Verse Hath A Middle Nature: Heaven Keeps Souls, The Grave Keeps Bodies, Verse The Fame Enrols.

We Give Each Other A Smile With A Future In It

Though Truth And Falsehood Be Near Twins, Yet Truth A Little Elder Is.

Now God Comes To Thee, Not As In The Dawning Of The Day, Not As In The Bud Of The Spring, But As The Sun At Noon To Illustrate All Shadows, As The Sheaves In Harvest, To Fill All Penuries, All Occasions Invite His Mercies, And All Times Are His Seasons.