The Glorious Lamp Of Heaven, The Radiant

An Hour Will Come, With Pleasure To Relate Your Sorrows Past, As Benefits Of Fate.

Shakespeare Was Naturally Learned; He Needed Not The Spectacles Of The Books To Read Nature; He Looked Inward, And Found Her There.

My Hands Are Guilty, But My Heart Is Free.

To Tame The Proud, The Fetter'd Slave To Free, These Are Imperial Arts.

It Is Sufficient To Say, According To The Proverb, That Here Is God's Plenty.