"Night and day comes a winged arrow from the hidden bow, Yield up your sweet life; what can you do? you have no shield..."

"Society with saints no doubt’s of great avail To piety it leads; ‘God’s fear shall never fail.’ Thou wast a very..."

"In outward form thou art the microcosm But in reality the macrocosm, Seemingly the bough is the cause of the fruit, But ..."