For Christ plays in ten thousand places,/ Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his/ To the Father through the features of men’s faces.

“Why wouldst thou rude on me they wring-world right foot rock?”

“The Best ideal is the true and other truth is none. All glory be ascribed to th…”

“I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.”

“The effect of studying masterpieces is to make me admire and do otherwise. So i…”