The Soul Is Strong That Trusts In

What A Seaof Melting Ice I Walk On!

We Have Not An Hour Of Life In Which Our Pleasures Relish Not Some Pain, Our Sours, Some Sweetness.

They Are Only Safe That Know To Soothe The Prince's Appetite, And Serve His Lusts.

Ill News Are Swallow-winged, But What Is Good Walks On Crutches.

The Soul Is Strong That Trusts In Goodness.