Reason Is Our Soul's Left Hand, Faith

At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners, Blow Your Trumpets, Angels.

I Shall Not Live 'till I See God; And When I Have Seen Him, I Shall Never Die.

Kind Pity Chokes My Spleen.

Lust-bred Diseases Rot Thee.

I Count All That Part Of My Life Lost Which I Spent Not In Communion With God, Or In Doing Good.