And Looks Commercing With The

Loneliness Is The First Thing Which God's Eye Named Not Good.

No Worthy Enterprise Can Be Done By Us Without Continual Plodding And Wearisomeness To Our Faint And Sensitive Abilities.

And So Sepúlchred In Such Pomp Dost Lie, That Kings For Such A Tomb Would Wish To Die.

O Sun, To Tell Thee How I Hate Thy Beams That Bring To My Remembrance From What State I Fell, How Glorious Once Above Thy Sphere.

To Adore The Conqueror, Who Now Beholds Cherub And Seraph Rolling In The Flood.