Earth Felt The Wound; And Nature From

He That Hath Light Within Their Own Breast, May Sit In The Centre And Enjoy Bright Day.

If The Will, Which In The Law Of Our Nature, Were Withdrawn From Our Memory, Fancy, Understanding, And Reason, No Other Hell Could Equal, For A Spiritual Being, What We Should Then Feel From The Anarchy Of Our Powers. It Would Be Conscious Madness,--a Horrid Thought!

The Hungry Sheep Look Up, And Are Not Fed.

Fame Is The Spur That The Clear Spirit Doth Raise. That Last Infirmity Of Noble Mind. To Scorn Delights, And Live Laborious Days.

Unless An Age Too Late, Or Cold Climate, Or Years, Damp My Intended Wing.