Divine Grace Was Never Slow.

The Dark Grave, Which Knows All Secrets, Can Alone Reclaim The Fatal Doubt Once Cast On A Woman's Name.

The Eye Will Have His Part.

Old Men, When They Scorne Young, Make Much Of Death. [old Men, When They Scorn Young, Make Much Of Death.]

Love Bade Me Welcome, But My Soul Drew Back.

He That Owes Nothing, If He Makes Not Mouthes At Us, Is Courteous.