Thou Art My Father, Thou My Author,

Ornate Rhetorick Taught Out Of The Rule Of Plato.... To Which Poetry Would Be Made Subsequent, Or Indeed Rather Precedent, As Being Less Suttle And Fine, But More Simple, Sensuous, And Passionate.

Goodness Thinks No Ill Where No Ill Seems.

The Teachers Of Our Law, And To Propose What Might Improve My Knowledge Or Their Own.

God, Who Oft Descends To Visit Men Unseen, And Through Their Habitations Walks To Mark Their Doings.

Thy Liquid Notes That Close The Eye Of Day.