For Evil News Rides Post, While Good

So Many Laws Argues So Many Sins.

Should God Create Another Eve, And I Another Rib Afford, Yet Loss Of Thee Would Never From My Heart; No No, I Feel The Link Of Nature Draw Me: Flesh Of Flesh, Bone Of My Bone Thou Art, And From Thy State Mine Never Shall Be Parted, Bliss Or Woe.

Love-quarrels Oft In Pleasing Concord End.

What Hath Night To Do With Sleep?

And What Is Faith, Love, Virtue Unassayed Alone, Without Exterior Help Sustained?