My friends are my estate.

My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Town Esteemed Me never rude Although to their Celestial Call I failed to make reply— My constant—reverential Face Sufficient Courtesy.

God is not so wary as we, else He would give us no friends, lest we forget Him! The charms of the heaven in the bush are superseded, I fear, by the heaven in the hand, occasionally.

Ample make this bed. / Make this bed with awe; / In it wait till judgement break / Excellent and fair.

Is wholesome even for the King.

There came a wind like a bugle; / It quivered through the grass.