Laws Can Discover Sin, But

Anon Out Of The Earth A Fabric Huge Rose, Like An Exhalation.

Blind Mouths! That Scarce Themselves Know How To Hold A Sheep-hook.

Grace Was In All Her Steps, Heaven In Her Eye, In Every Gesture Dignity And Love.

Such Sweet Compulsion Doth In Music Lie.

Knowledge Forbidden? Suspicious, Reasonless. Why Should Their Lord Envy Them That? Can It Be A Sin To Know? Can It Be Death?