On The Tawny Sands And Shelves Trip

What Reinforcement We May Gain From Hope; If Not, What Resolution From Despair.

Zeal And Duty Are Not Slow But On Occasion's Forelock Watchful Wait.

All Hope Is Lost Of My Reception Into Grace; What Worse? For Where No Hope Is Left, Is Left No Fear.

He Who Would Not Be Frustrate Of His Hope To Write Well Hereafter In Laudable Things Ought Himself To Be A True Poem.

Our Torments Also May In Length Of Time Become Our Elements.