Believe And Be Confirmed.

But O Yet More Miserable! Myself My Sepulchre, A Moving Grave.

In Vain Doth Valour Bleed, While Avarice And Rapine Share The Land.

I Sat Me Down To Watch Upon A Bank With Ivy Canopied And Interwove With Flaunting Honeysuckle.

The Mountain Nymph, Sweet Liberty.

Cyriack, Whose Grandsire On The Royal Bench Of British Themis, With No Mean Applause Pronounced And In His Volumes Taught Our Laws, Which Others At Their Bar So Often Wrench