We like March, his shoes are purp… He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…

722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,

989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.

926 Patience—has a quiet Outer— Patience—Look within— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites—between—

“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…

439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—

555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—

792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—

662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud

969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—

987 The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence— Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference.

327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—