Let No Man Fear To Die, We

As Men Do Walk A Mile, Women Should Talk An Hour, After Supper. 'tis Their Exercise.

Our Lives Are But Our Marches To The Grave.

My Virginity, That From My Childhood Kept Me Company, Is Heavier Than I Can Endure To Bear. Forgive Me, Cupid, For Thou Art God, And I A Wretched Creature: I Have Sinn'd; But Be Thou Merciful, And Grant That Yet I May Enjoy What Thou Wilt Have Me Love!

It Is A Word That's Quickly Spoken, Which Being Unrestrained, A Heart Is Broken

Grace Comes Often Clad In The Dusky Robe Of Desolation.