Every Offense Is Not A Hate At

To Be In Anger Is Impiety, But Who Is Man That Is Not Angry?

Here Will Be An Old Abusing Of God's Patience And The King's English.

I May Neither Choose Who I Would, Nor Refuse Who I Dislike; So Is The Will Of A Living Daughter Curbed By The Will Of A Dead Father.

Now, God Be Praised, That To Believing Souls Gives Light In Darkness, Comfort In Despair.

And Mind, With My Heart In't; And Now Farewell Till Half An Hour Hence.