Events of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.
... she, that will with kittens jest, Should bear a kitten's joke.
In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.
Those flimsy webs that break as soon as wrought, attain not to the dignity of thought.
Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth. While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.
Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.