Hate Pollutes The Mind.

Suspicion Always Haunts The Guilty Mind.

Comfort's In Heaven, And We Are On The Earth

Anger's My Meat. I Sup Upon Myself, And So Shall Starve With Feeding.

The Even Mead, That Erst Brought Sweetly Forth The Freckled Cowslip, Burnet, And Green Clover, Wanting The Scythe, All Uncorrected, Rank, Conceives By Idleness, And Nothing Teems But Hateful Docks, Rough Thistles, Kecksies, Burrs, Losing Both Beauty And Utility.

I Hourly Learn A Doctrine Of Obedience.