Faith lives in honest doubt.
Faith is believing what we cannot prove.
A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
Attain the unattainable.
A pasty costly-made, Where quail and pigeon, lark and leveret lay, Like fossils of the rock, with golden yolks Imbedded and injellied.
All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.