Wicked Is Not Much Worse Than Indiscreet.

Poetry Is A Counterfeit Creation, And Makes Things That Are Not, As Though They Were

No Man Is An Island, Entire Of Itself; Every Man Is A Piece Of The Continent.

Verse Hath A Middle Nature: Heaven Keeps Souls, The Grave Keeps Bodies, Verse The Fame Enrols.

In The First Minute That My Soul Is Infused, The Image Of God Is Imprinted In My Soul; So Forward Is God In My Behalf, And So Early Does He Visit Me.

This Only Is Charity, To Do All, All That We Can.