Even Through The Hollow Eyes Of Death

In Religion, What Damned Error But Some Sober Brow Will Bless It, And Approve It With A Text, Hiding The Grossness With Fair Ornament?

Take But Degree Away, Untune That String, And Hark, What Discord Follows!

A Turn Or Two I'll Walk To Still My Beating Mind.

A Book? O, Rare One, Be Not, As Is Our Fangled World, A Garment Nobler Than That It Covers.

For Many Men That Stumble At The Threshold Are Well Foretold That Danger Lurks Within.