Thy Face Is Mine Eye, And Mine

Oft From New Truths, And New Phrase, New Doubts Grow, As Strange Attire Aliens The Men We Know.

I Observe The Physician With The Same Diligence As The Disease.

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

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

That Thou Remember Them, Some Claim As Debt; I Think It Mercy, If Thou Wilt Forget.