For Mine Own Part, It Was Greek

Reflection Is The Business Of Man; A Sense Of His State Is His First Duty: But Who Remembereth Himself In Joy? Is It Not In Mercy Then That Sorrow Is Allotted Unto Us?

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

You Undergo Too Strict A Paradox, Striving To Make An Ugly Deed Look Fair.

We Are Not The First Who With Best Meaning Have Incurred The Worst

A Ministering Angel Shall My Sister Be.