Is It Possible He Should Know What

The Devil Hath Power To Assume A Pleasing Shape.

But Most It Is Presumption In Us When The Help Of Heaven We Count The Act Of Men.

Fondling,' She Saith, 'since I Have Hemm'd Thee Here Within The Circuit Of This Ivory Pale, I'll Be A Park, And Thou Shalt Be My Deer; Feed Where Thou Wilt, On Mountain Or In Dale: Graze On My Lips, And If Those Hills Be Dry, Stray Lower, Where The Pleasant Fountains Lie.

O That Men's Ears Should Be To Counsel Deaf But Not To Flattery!

Unhappy That I Am, I Cannot Heave My Heart Into My Mouth.