Laws Can Discover Sin, But Not Remove

Death Grinn'd Horrible A Ghastly Smile, To Hear His Famine Should Be Fill'd.

Beholding The Bright Countenance Of Truth In The Quiet And Still Air Of Delightful Studies.

Sweet Is The Breath Of Morn, Her Rising Sweet, With Charm Of Earliest Birds.

Satan; So Call Him Now, His Former Name Is Heard No More In Heaven.

Reason Also Is Choice.