Immediate Are The Acts Of God, More

Smiles From Reason Flow, To Brute Deny'd, And Are Of Love The Food.

But Oh! As To Embrace Me She Inclin'd, I Wak'd, She Fled, And Day Brought Back My Night.

Virtue Hath No Tongue To Check Vice's Pride.

Fairy Damsels Met In Forest Wide / By Knights Of Logres, Or Of Lyones, / Lancelot Or Pelleas, Or Pellenore.

In Argument With Men A Woman Ever Goes By The Worse, Whatever Be Her Cause.