In Ways To Greatness Think On This,

A Careless Shoe String, In Whose Tie I See A Wilde Civility.

When The Tempter Me Pursueth With The Sins Of All My Youth, And Half Damns Me With Untruth, Sweet Spirit, Comfort Me!

Love Is A Circle That Doth Restless Move In The Same Sweet Eternity Of Love.

Bid Me Despair, And I'll Despair,under That Cypress Tree;or Bid Me Die, And I Will Daree'en Death, To Die For Thee.

None Pities Him That Is In The Snare, Who Warned Before, Would Not Beware.