Faithful Found Among The Faithless.

Seas Wept From Our Deep Sorrows.

To Be Blind Is Not Miserable; Not To Be Able To Bear Blindness, That Is Miserable.

Straight Mine Eye Hath Caught New Pleasures Whilst The Landscape Round It Measures, Russet Lawns And Fallows Grey, Where The Nibbling Flocks Do Stray, Mountains On Whose Barren Breast The Labouring Clouds Do Often Rest; Meadows Trim With Daisies Pied, Shallow Brooks, And Rivers Wide.

There Is Nothing That Making Men Rich And Strong But That Which They Carry Inside Of Them. True Wealth Is Of The Heart, Not Of The Hand.

What Reinforcement We May Gain From Hope; If Not, What Resolution From Despair.