No Evil Lost Is Wailed When It

Praise Us As We Are Tasted, Allow Us As We Prove.

Men's Evil Manners Live In Brass; Their Virtues We Write In Water.

Some Say That Ever 'gainst The Season Comes Wherein Our Saviour's Birth Is Celebrated, The Bird Of Dawning Singeth All Night Long: And Then, They Say, No Spirit Can Walk Abroad; The Nights Are Wholesome; Then No Planets Strike, No Fairy Takes, Nor Wi

I Count Myself In Nothing Else So Happy As In A Soul Remembering My Good Friends

O, The Difference Of Man And Man! To Thee A Woman's Services Are Due.