Yet I Shall Temper So Justice With

Ask For This Great Deliverer Now, And Find Him Eyeless In Gaza At The Mill With Slaves.

Methought I Saw My Late Espoused Saint.

Be Lowly Wise: Think Only What Concerns Thee And Thy Being.

If By Prayer Incessant I Could Hope To Change The Will Of Him Who All Things Can, I Would Not Cease To Weary Him With My Assiduous Cries; But Prayer Against His Absolute Decree No More Avails Than Breath Against The Wind Blown Stifling Back On Him That Breathes It Forth: Therefore To His Great Bidding I Submit.

Among Unequals What Society Can Sort, What Harmony, Or True Delight?