Our torments also may in length of time Become our Elements.
By labor and intent study (which I take to be my portion in this life), joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.
Beauty is God's handwriting-a wayside sacrament.
Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child!
With a smile that glow'd Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.
Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.