Like Madness, Is The Glory Of This

Bow, Stubborn Knees, And, Heart With Strings Of Steel, Be Soft As Sinews Of The New-born Babe. All Many Be Well.

Let Me Confess That We Two Must Be Twain, Although Our Undivided Loves Are One.

That Which Is Now A Horse, Even With A Thought The Rack Dislimms, And Makes It Indistinct As Water Is In Water

We Are Oft To Blame In This, - 'tis Too Much Proved, - That With Devotion's Visage, And Pios Action We Do Sugar O'er The Devil Himself.

He Is As Full Of Valor As Of Kindness. Princely In Both.