Wisdom And Goodness To The

I Bear A Charmed Life, Which Must Not Yield To One Of Woman Born.

O Good Old Man, How Well In Thee Appears The Constant Service Of The Antique World, When Service Sweat For Duty, Not For Meed! Thou Art Not For The Fashion Of These Times, Where None Will Sweat But For Promotion, And Having That Do Choke Their Service Up Even With The Having. . . .

All Thy Vexations Were But My Trials Of Thy Love, And Thou Hast Strangely Stood The Test; Here, Afore Heaven, I Ratify This My Rich Gift.

Guiltiness Will Speak, Though Tongues Were Out Of Use

When The Mind's Free, The Body's Delicate.