In Vain Doth Valour Bleed, While Avarice

Hide Me From Day's Garish Eye.

Our Reason Is Our Law.

Unless An Age Too Late, Or Cold Climate, Or Years, Damp My Intended Wing.

So Dear I Love Him, That With Him, All Deaths I Could Endure, Without Him, Live No Life.

When Thou Attended Gloriously From Heaven , Shalt In The Sky Appear, And From Thee Send Thy Summoning Archangels To Proclaim Thy Dread Tribunal.