No Date Prefixed Directs Me In The

Did I Request Thee, Maker, From My Clay To Mould Me Man? Did I Solicit Thee From Darkness To Promote Me?

And What Is Faith, Love, Virtue Unassayed Alone, Without Exterior Help Sustained?

I Will Not Allow My Daughters To Learn Foreign Languages Because One Tongue Is Sufficient For A Woman.

He Touch'd The Tender Stops Of Various Quills, With Eager Thought Warbling His Doric Lay.

Myself, And All The Angelic Host, That Stand In The Sight Of God Enthroned, Our Happy State Hold, As You Yours, While Our Obedience Hold. On Other Surety None: Freely We Serve, Because We Freely Love.