If you were Queen of pleasure And I were King of pain We'd hunt down Love together, Pluck out his flying-feather, And teach his feet a measure, And find his mouth a rein; If you were Queen of pleasure And I were King of pain.

The sweetest flowers in all the world- A baby's hands.

There is no God found stronger than death; and death is a sleep.

Though one were fair as roses His beauty clouds and closes.

To have read the greatest works of any great poet, to have beheld or heard the greatest works of any great painter or musician, is a possession added to the best things of life.

Marvellous mercies and infinite love.

Is not Precedent indeed a King of men? A Word from the Psalmist.