I'll Speak In A Monstrous Little Voice.

My Desolation Does Begin To Make A Better Life.

If't Be Summer News, Smile To't Before; If Winterly, Thou Need'st But Keep That Count'nance Still.

Short Time Seems Long In Sorrow's Sharp Sustaining.

No Man Means Evil But The Devil, And We Shall Know Him By His Horns.

Love And Meekness, Lord, Become A Churchman Better Than Ambition: Win Straying Souls With Modesty Again, Cast None Away.