Who Covets More Is Evermore A Slave.

The Glorious Lamp Of Heaven, The Sun.

A Spark Neglected Makes A Mighty Fire.

Tis Hard To Find God, But To Comprehend Him, As He Is, Is Labour Without End.

A Sweet Disorder In The Dress Kindles In Clothes A Wantonness : A Lawn About The Shoulders Thrown Into A Fine Distraction : An Erring Lace Which Here And There Enthrals The Crimson Stomacher : A Cuff Neglectful, And Thereby Ribbons To Flow Confusedly : A Winning Wave (deserving Note) In The Tempestuous Petticoat : A Careless Shoe-string, In Whose Tie I See A Wild Civility : Do More Bewitch Me Than When Art Is Too Precise In Every Part.

It Is The End That Crowns Us, Not The Fight.