In The Sweat Of Thy Face Thou

Imparadis'd In One Another's Arms.

Yet Much Remains To Conquer Still; Peace Hath Her Victories No Less Renowned Then War, New Foes Arise Threatening To Bind Our Souls With Secular Chains: Help Us To Save Free Conscience From The Paw Of Hireling Wolves Whose Gospel Is Their Maw.

The Virtuous Mind That Ever Walks Attended By A Strong Siding Champion, Conscience.

In God's Intention, A Meet And Happy Conversation Is The Chiefest And Noblest End Of Marriage.

O Nightingale, That On Yon Bloomy Spray Warblest At Eve, When All The Woods Are Still; Thou With Fresh Hope The Lover's Heart Dost Fill While The Jolly Hours Lead On Propitious May.