Pleasure And Action Make The Hours Seem

This We Prescribe, Though No Physician; Deep Malice Makes Too Deep Incision; Forget, Forgive; Conclude And Be Agreed; Our Doctors Say This Is No Month To Bleed.

Where The Greater Malady Is Fixed, The Lesser Is Scarce Felt.

'tis The Soldier's Life To Have Their Balmy Slumbers Waked With Strife.

Open Thy Gate Of Mercy, Gracious God, My Soul Flies Through These Wounds To Seek Out Thee.

I Do Not Seek To Quench Your Love's Hot Fire, But Qualify The Fire's Extreme Rage, Lest It Should Burn Above The Bounds Of Reason.