Herbs, And Other Country Messes, Which The

The Great Creator From His Work Returned Magnificent, His Six Days' Work, A World.

Necessity And Chance Approach Not Me, And What I Will Is Fate.

Ease Would Recant Vows Made In Pain, As Violent And Void.

I See Thou Art Implacable, More Deaf To Pray'rs Than Winds And Seas. Yet Winds To Seas Are Reconcil'd At Length, And Sea To Shore: Thy Anger, Unappeasable, Still Rages Eternal Tempest Never To Be Calm'd.

It Is Not Good That Man Should Be Alone. ... Hitherto All Things That Have Been Named, Were Approved Of God To Be Very Good: Loneliness Is The First Thing Which God's Eye Named Not Good: Whether It Be A Thing, Or The Want Of Something, I Labour Not.