To So Perverse A Sex All Grace

A Good Conscience Is A Port Which Is Landlocked On Every Side, Where No Winds Can Possibly Invade. There A Man May Not Only See His Own Image, But That Of His Maker, Clearly Reflected From The Undisturbed Waters.

I Learn To Pity Woes So Like My Own.

Rhyme Is The Rock On Which Thou Art To Wreck.

Or Hast Thou Known The World So Long In Vain?

He Look'd In Years, Yet In His Years Were Seen A Youthful Vigor, And Autumnal Green.