Man disavows, and Deity disowns me: hell might afford my miseries a shelter; therefore hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths all bolted against me.

Th' embroid'ry of poetic dreams.

As if the world and they were hand and glove.

Accomplishments have taken virtue's place, and wisdom falls before exterior grace.

The Cross! There, and there only (though the deist rave, and the atheist, if Earth bears so base a slave); There and there only, is the power to save.

Meditation here may think down hours to moments. Here the heart may give a useful lesson to the head and learning wiser grow without his books.

In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.