When The Sea Was Calm

The Devil Hath Power To Assume A Pleasing Shape.

Vice Repeated Is Like The Wandering Wind, Blows Dust In Others' Eyes To Spread Itself.

Farewell, Good Salisbury, And Good Luck Go With Thee!

If I Had My Mouth, I Would Bite; If I Had My Liberty, I Would Do My Liking. In The Meantime, Let Me Be That I Am, And Seek Not Toalter Me.

My Long Sickness Of Health And Living Now Begins To Mend, And Nothing Brings Me All Things.