And The Earth Self-balanced On Her Centre

He Who Freely Magnifies What Hath Been Nobly Done, And Fears Not To Declares As Freely What Might Be Done Better, Gives Ye The Best Covenant Of His Fidelity.

A Short Retirement Urges A Sweet Return.

I Was All Ear, And Took In Strains That Might Create A Soul Under The Ribs Of Death.

It Was The Winter Wild, While The Heaven-born Child, All Meanly Wrapt In The Rude Manger Lies.

For Men To Tell How Human Life Began Is Hard; For Who Himself Beginning Knew?