Little Lamb, Who Made Thee?

God Keep Me From The Divinity Of Yes And Nothe Yea Nay Creeping Jesus, From Supposing Up And Down To Be The Same Thing As Allexperimentalists Must Suppose.

Joy And Woe Are Woven Fine.

Want Of Money And The Distress Of A Thief Can Never Be Alleged As The Cause Of His Thieving, For Many Honest People Endure Greater Hardships With Fortitude. We Must Therefore Seek The Cause Elsewhere Than In Want Of Money, For That Is The Miser's Passion, Not The Thief S.

Like A Fiend In A Cloud, With Howling Woe, After Night I Do Crowd, And With Night Will Go; I Turn My Back To The East, From Whence Comforts Have Increased; For Light Doth Seize My Brain With Frantic Pain.

To Create A Little Flower Is The Labour Of Ages.