Sin Let Loose Speaks Punishment At Hand.

Remorse, The Fatal Egg That Pleasure Laid.

The Still Small Voice Is Wanted.

In The Vast, And The Minute, We See The Unambiguous Footsteps Of The God, Who Gives Its Lustre To An Insect's Wing And Wheels His Throne Upon The Rolling Worlds.

If Hindrances Obstruct The Way, Thy Magnanimity Display. And Let Thy Strength Be Seen: But O, If Fortune Fill Thy Sail With More Than A Propitious Gale, Take Half Thy Canvas In.

Man On The Dubious Waves Of Error Toss'd.