Our Holy Lives Must Win A New

But Shall We Wear These Glories For A Day? Or Shall They Last, And We Rejoice In Them?

I Am Not Bound To Please Thee With My Answer.

Great Men May Jest With Saints; 'tis Wit In Them; But, In The Less Foul Profanation.

No Man's Pie Is Freed From His Ambitious Finger.

When You Depart From Me Sorrow Abides And Happiness Takes His Leave.