What A Seaof Melting Ice

Before We End Our Pilgrimage, 'tis Fit That We Should Leave Corruption, And Foul Sin, Behind Us, But With Wash'd Feet And Hands, The Heathens Dar' Not Enter Their Profane Temples; And For Me To Hope My Passage To Eternity Can Be Made Easy, Till I Have Shook Off The Burthen Of My Sins In Free Confession, Aided With Sorrow, And Repentance For Them, Is Against Reason.

True Dignity Is Never Gained By Place, And Never Lost When Honors Are Withdrawn.

Oh That Thou Hadst Like Others Been All Words, And No Performance.

It Is True Fortitude To Stand Firm Against All Shocks Of Fate, When Cowards Faint And Die In Fear To Suffer More Calamity.

My Dancing Days Are Past.