My Love To Thee Is

I Will Through And Through Cleanse The Foul Body Of Th' Infected World, If They Will Patiently Receive My Medicine.

Ah, What A Sign It Is Of Evil Life, Where Death's Approach Is Seen So Terrible!

Conversation Should Be Pleasant Without Scurrility, Witty Without Affectation, Free Without Indecency, Learned Without Conceitedness, Novel Without Falsehood.

O For A Horse With Wings!

To Climb Steep Hills Requires A Slow Pace At First.