They Say Miracles Are Past.

Mend When Thou Canst; Be Better At Thy Leisure.

Being Your Slave What Should I Do But Tend, Upon The Hours, And Times Of Your Desire? I Have No Precious Time At All To Spend; Nor Services To Do Till You Require.

I'll Look To Like; If Looking, Liking Move.

You Are Not Wood, You Are Not Stones, But Men.

He That Is Strucken Blind Can Not Forget The Precious Treasure Of His Eyesight Lost.