Can One Desire Too Much Of A

Canst Thou Not Minister To A Mind Diseased, Pluck From The Memory A Rooted Sorrow, Raze Out The Written Troubles Of The Brain

Go, Bid The Soldiers Shoot.

Twere To Consider Too Curiously, To Consider So.

I Wish You All The Joy That You Can Wish.

O, That Our Fathers Would Applause Our Loves, To Seal Our Happiness With Hteir Consents!