Temptation: The Fiend At My Elbow.

Make Not Your Thoughts Your Prisons.

The Pow'r That I Have On You Is To Spare You; The Malice Towards You To Forgive You.

Out Of This Nettle - Danger - We Pluck This Flower - Safety.

Headstrong Liberty Is Lashed With Woe.

Farewell! A Long Farewell To All My Greatness!