Nature's Lay Idiot, I Taught Thee To

All Other Things To Their Destruction Draw, Only Our Love Hath No Decay.

A Mathematical Point Is The Most Indivisble And Unique Thing Which Art Can Present.

I Am A Little World Made Cunningly.

Now God Comes To Thee, Not As In The Dawning Of The Day, Not As In The Bud Of The Spring, But As The Sun At Noon To Illustrate All Shadows, As The Sheaves In Harvest, To Fill All Penuries, All Occasions Invite His Mercies, And All Times Are His Seasons.

God Himself Took A Day To Rest In, And A Good Man's Grave Is His Sabbath.