Good Fortune Then! To Make Me Blest

Eternity Was In Our Lips And Eyes.

T'is True: There's Magic In The Web Of It.

Have More Than Thou Showest, Speak Less Than Thou Knowest, Lend Less Than Thou Owest.

So May He Rest, His Faults Lie Gently On Him!

Can It Be That Modesty May More Betray Our Sense Than Woman's Lightness? Having Waste Ground Enough, Shall We Desire To Raze The Sanctuary And Pitch Our Evils There?