Farewell Hope, And With Hope Farewell Fear

Not To Know Me Argues Yourselves Unknown.

But Hail Thou Goddess Sage And Holy, Hail, Divinest Melancholy, Whose Saintly Visage Is Too Bright To Hit The Sense Of Human Sight, And Therefore To Our Weaker View O'erlaid With Black, Staid Wisdom's Hue.

The Hungry Sheep Look Up, And Are Not Fed.

Justice Divine Mends Not Her Slowest Pace For Prayers Or Cries.

I Will Not Deny But That The Best Apology Against False Accusers Is Silence And Sufferance, And Honest Deeds Set Against Dishonest Words.