Reason Saw Not, Till Faith Sprung The

Light Sufferings Give Us Leisure To Complain.

The Blushing Beauties Of A Modest Maid.

Having Mourned Your Sin, For Outward Eden Lost, Find Paradise Within.

My Hands Are Guilty, But My Heart Is Free.

Pleasure Never Comes Sincere To Man; But Lent By Heaven Upon Hard Usury.