. . . Change Is The Nursery

How Much Shall I Be Changed, Before I Am Changed!

I Count All That Part Of My Life Lost Which I Spent Not In Communion With God, Or In Doing Good.

And If There Be Any Addition To Knowledge, It Is Rather A New Knowledge Than A Greater Knowledge; Rather A Singularity In A Desire Of Proposing Something That Was Not Knownat All Beforethananimproving, Anadvancing, A Multiplying Of Former Inceptions; And By That Means, No Knowledge Comes To Be Perfect.

Come Live With Me, And Be My Love, And We Will Some New Pleasures Prove Of Golden Sands, And Crystal Brooks, With Silken Lines, And Silver Hooks.

But I Do Nothing Upon Myself, And Yet I Am My Own Executioner.