Pleasure And Action Make The

Dream In Light Years, Challenge Miles, Walk Step By Step

When Griping Grief The Heart Doth Wound, And Doleful Dumps The Mind Opresses, Then Music, With Her Silver Sound, With Speedy Help Doth Lend Redress.

The Morning Steals Upon The Night, Melting The Darkness.

Oh! That You Could Turn Your Eyes Towards The Napes Of Your Necks, And Make But An Interior Survey Of Your Good Selves.

Boldness Be My Friend.