Tis Looking Downward Makes One

A Pretty Woman's Worth Some Pains To See, Nor Is She Spoiled, I Take It, If A Crown Completes The Forehead Pale And Tresses Pure.

T'was A Thief Said The Last Kind Word To Christ. Christ Took The Kindness And Forgave The Theft.

No Thought Which Ever Stirred A Human Breast Should Be Untold.

To Me At Least Was Never Evening Yet, But Seemed Far Beautifuller Than Its Day.

What's Come To Perfection Perishes. Things Learned On Earth We Shall Practice In Heaven; Works Done Least Rapidly Art Most Cherishes.