These evils I deserve, and more . . . . Justly, yet despair not of his final pardon, Whose ear is ever open, and his eye Gracious to re-admit the suppliant.

Now I see Peace to corrupt no less than war to waste.

Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world.

In Physic, things of melancholic hue and quality are used against melancholy, sour against sour, salt to remove salt humors.

And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.

Where no hope is left, is left no fear.

Evil into the mind of god or man may come and go, so unapproved, and leave no spot or blame behind.