How like a winter hath my absence been. From thee, the pleasure of the >>
He receives comfort like cold porridge. >>
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, >>
Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice. >>
There are few things wholly evil or wholly good. Almost everything, es >>
Great Spirit, help me never to judge another until I have walked in hi >>
My salad days, when I was green in judgment.