Like Will To Like, Each Creature Loves

In The Hour Of My Distress, When Temptations Me Oppress, And When I My Sins Confess, Sweet Spirit, Comfort Me.

When Words We Want, Love Teacheth To Indite; And What We Blush To Speak, She Bids Us Write.

Whatever Comes, Let's Be Content Withal: Among God's Blessings There Is No One Small.

O Thou, The Drink Of Gods And Angels! Wine

I'll Write, Because I'll Give - You Critics Means To Live; For Should I Not Supply - The Cause, The Effect Would Die