Ride The Air In Whirlwind.

Let Us Descend Now Therefore From This Top Of Speculation.

With A Smile That Glow'd Celestial Rosy Red, Love's Proper Hue.

So Dear I Love Him, That With Him, All Deaths I Could Endure, Without Him, Live No Life.

If Weakness May Excuse, What Murderer, What Traitor, Parricide, Incestuous, Sacrilegious, But May Plead It? All Wickedness Is Weakness; That Plea, Therefore, With God Or Man Will Gain Thee No Remission.

Take Heed Lest Passion Sway Thy Judgement To Do Aught, Which Else Free Will Would Not Admit.