Herbs, And Other Country Messes, Which The

Calm Of Mind, All Passion Spent.

These Are Thy Glorious Works, Parent Of Good!

Freely We Serve, Because Freely We Love.

And Some Are Fall'n, To Disobedience Fall'n, And So From Heav'n To Deepest Hell; O Fall From What High State Of Bliss Into What Woe!

Quips And Cranks And Wanton Wiles, Nods And Becks And Wreathèd Smiles.