He Loves His Bonds Who, When The

A Sweet Disorder In The Dress Kindles In Clothes A Wantonness A Lawn About The Shoulders Thrown Into A Fine Distraction.

Before Man's Fall The Rose Was Born,st. Ambrose Says, Without The Thorn;but For Man's Fault Then Was The Thornwithout The Fragrant Rose-bud Born; But Ne'er The Rose Without The Thorn.

Next, When I Cast Mine Eyes And See That Brave Vibration Each Way Free, O How That Glittering Taketh Me!

In Things A Moderation Keep; Kings Ought To Shear, Not Skin, Their Sheep.

If Little Labour, Little Are Our Gains: Man's Fortunes Are According To His Pains.