Laws Can Discover Sin, But Not Remove

The Redundant Locks, Robustious To No Purpose, Clustering Down--vast Monument Of Strength.

Is It True, O Christ In Heaven, That The Highest Suffer The Most? That The Strongest Wander Furthest And Most Hopelessly Are Lost? That The Mark Of Rank In Nature Is Capacity For Pain? That The Anguish Of The Singer Makes The Sweetness Of The Strain?

O Sun, To Tell Thee How I Hate Thy Beams That Bring To My Remembrance From What State I Fell, How Glorious Once Above Thy Sphere.

Vain Wisdom All, And False Philosophy.

Demoniac Frenzy, Moping Melancholy.