There Is A Law In

Thou Detestable Maw, Thou Womb Of Death.

Guiltiness Will Speak, Though Tongues Were Out Of Use

Hereafter, In A Better World Than This, I Shall Desire More Love And Knowledge Of You

Do Not, As Some Ungracious Pastors Do, Show Me The Steep And Thorny Way To Heaven; Whilst, Like A Puff'd And Reckless Libertine, Himself The Primrose Path Of Dalliance Treads And Recks Not His Own Read.

The Weakest Kind Of Fruit Drops Earliest To The Ground.