Every cloud has a silver lining.
Rhime being no necessary Adjunct or true Ornament of Poem or good Verse, in longer Works especially, but the Invention of a barbarous Age, to set off wretched matter and lame Meeter...the troublesom and modern bondage of Rimeing.
He who destroys a good book kills reason itself.
Death from sin no power can separate.
Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies.
His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power.