Sweet Bird That Shunn'st The

Our Torments Also May In Length Of Time Become Our Elements, These Piercing Fires As Soft As Now Severe, Our Temper Changed Into Their Temper.

Men Of Most Renowned Virtue Have Sometimes By Transgressing Most Truly Kept The Law.

The Hungry Sheep Look Up, And Are Not Fed, But, Swoln With Wind, And The Rank Mist They Draw, Rot Inwardly, And Foul Contagion Spread: Besides What The Grim Wolf With Privy Paw Daily Devours Apace, And Nothing Said; But That Two-handed Engine At The Door Stands Ready To Smite Once, And Smite No More.

Eloquence The Soul, Song Charms The Senses.

His Rod Revers'd, And Backward Mutters Of Dissevering Power.