Satan; So Call Him Now, His Former

Hail, Wedded Love, Mysterious Law; True Source Of Human Happiness.

The Work Under Our Labour Grows, Luxurious By Restraint.

Sweet Is The Breath Of Morn, Her Rising Sweet, With Charm Of Earliest Birds.

From Morn To Noon He Fell, From Noon To Dewy Eve,- A Summer's Day; And With The Setting Sun Dropp'd From The Zenith Like A Falling Star.

Joking Decides Great Things, Stronger And Better Oft Than Earnest Can.