I Will Make A Star-chamber Matter Of

Blood Will Have Blood.

So Holy Writ In Babes Hath Judgment Shown When Judges Have Been Babes; Great Floods Have Flown From Simple Sources, And Great Seas Have Dried When Miracles Have By The Greatest Been Denied.

When Great Leaves Fall, The Winter Is At Hand.

Awake, Dear Heart, Awake. Thou Hast Slept Well. Awake.

There Should Be Hours For Necessities, Not For Delights; Times To Repair Our Nature With Comforting Repose, And Not For Us To Waste These Times.