Thou Canst Not Speak Of What Thou

I Love A Ballad In Print O' Life, For Then We Are Sure They Are True.

All Thy Vexations Were But My Trials Of Thy Love, And Thou Hast Strangely Stood The Test; Here, Afore Heaven, I Ratify This My Rich Gift.

This Thing Of Darkness I Acknowledge Mine.

Reputation Is An Idle And Most False Imposition; Oft Got Without Merit, And Lost Without Deserving.

The Tempter Or The Tempted, Who Sins Most?