With Thee Conversing I Forget All Time.

God Doth Not Need Either Man's Work Or His Own Gifts. Who Best Bear His Mild Yoke, They Serve Him Best. His State Is Kingly: Thousands At His Bidding Speed, And Post O'er Land And Ocean Without Rest; They Also Serve Who Only Stand And Wait.

Our Torments Also May In Length Of Time Become Our Elements.

The Whole Freedom Of Man Consists Either In Spiritual Or Civil Liberty.

A Poet Soaring In The High Reason Of His Fancies, With His Garland And Singing Robes About Him.

Seasoned Life Of Man Preserved And Stored Up In Books.