Hold Infinity In The Palm Of Your

As The Caterpillar Chooses The Fairest Leaves To Lay Her Eggs On, So The Priest Lays His Curse On The Fairest Joys.

My Brother Starv'd Between Two Walls,his Children's Cry My Soul Appalls

Then Cherish Pity, Lest You Drive An Angel From Your Door.

Art Degraded, Imagination Denied.

Sweet Babe, In Thy Face Soft Desires I Can Trace, Secret Joys And Secret Smiles, Little Pretty Infant Wiles.