Here Comes A Man Of Comfort, Whose

In Time The Savage Bull Doth Bear The Yoke.

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer Day? Thou Art More Lovely And More Temperate... When In Eternal Lines To Time Thou Growst So Long As Men Can Breathe Or Eyes Can See, So Long Lives This, And This Gives Life To Thee.

Charity Itself Fulfills The Law. And Who Can Sever Love From Charity?

The Amity That Wisdom Knits Not, Folly May Easily Untie.

To Sue To Live, I Find I Seek To Die; And, Seeking Death, Find Life: Let It Come On.