And Love, our light at night and shade at noon,Lulls us to rest with songs, and turns awayAll shafts of shelterless tumultuous day.
Fortune's a right whore: If she give aught, she deals it in small parcels, That she may take awayall at one swoop. 894john webster
Renew my will from day to day,Blend it with Thine, and take awayall that now makes it hard to say,"Thy will be done."Charlotte Elliott