Silence 'tis awe decrees.
Lose who may-I still can say, Those who win heaven, blest are they!
As is your sort of mind, So is your sort of search: You will find what you desire.
how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet
Tis looking downward makes one dizzy.
You call for faith: I show you doubt, to prove that faith exists. The more of doubt, the stronger faith, I say, If faith o'ercomes doubt.