Temper Justice With Mercy.

Fear Of Change Perplexes Monarchs.

It Is Chastity, My Brother. She That Has That Is Clad In Complete Steel.

What Is Dark Within Me, Illumine.

These Eyes, Tho' Clear To Outward View Of Blemish Or Of Spot, Bereft Of Light, Their Seeing Have Forgot, Nor To Their Idle Orbs Doth Sight Appear Of Sun, Or Moon, Or Star, Throughout The Year, Or Man, Or Woman. Yet I Argue Not Against Heaven's Hand Or Will, Not Bate A Jot Of Heart Or Hope; But Still Bear Up And Steer Right Onward.

With Cowslips Wan That Hang The Pensive Head, And Every Flower That Sad Embroidery Wears.