And Love's The Noblest Frailty Of The

Love Is A Child That Talks In Broken Language, Yet Then He Speaks Most Plain.

Freedom Which In No Other Land Will Thrive, Freedom An English Subject's Sole Prerogative.

Men Are But Children Of A Larger Growth, Our Appetites As Apt To Change As Theirs, And Full As Craving Too, And Full As Vain.

And Plenty Makes Us Poor.

So Softly Death Succeeded Life In Her, She Did But Dream Of Heaven, And She Was There.