Out Of Her Favour, Where

The Error Of Our Eye Directs Our Mind. What Error Leads Must Err.

I Shall The Effect Of This Good Lesson Keeps As Watchman To My Heart.

May Never Glorious Sun Reflex His Beams Upon The Country Where You Make Abode! But Darkness And The Gloomy Shade Of Death Environ You Till Mischief And Despair Drive You To Break Your Necks Or Hang Yourselves.

Take No Repulse, Whatever She Doth Say; For 'get You Gone,' She Doth Not Mean 'away.' Flatter And Praise, Commend, Extol Their Graces; Though Ne'er So Black, Say They Have Angels' Faces

Yon Grey Lines That Fret The Clouds Are Messengers Of Day.