An Overflow Of Good Converts To Bad.

Her Passions Are Made Of Nothing But The Finest Part Of Pure Love

For We, Which Now Behold These Present Days, Have Eyes To Wonder, But Lack Tongues To Praise.

There Is A Tide In The Affairs Of Men, Which Taken At The Flood, Leads On To Fortune. Omitted, All The Voyage Of Their Life Is Bound In Shallows And In Miseries. On Such A Full Sea Are We Now Afloat. And We Must Take The Current When It Serves, Or Lose Our Ventures.

Where Souls Do Couch On Flowers We'll Hand In Hand.

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