Sweet Intercourse Of Looks And Smiles; For

Govern Well Thy Appetite, Lest Sin Surprise Thee, And Her Black Attendant Death.

Necessity And Chance Approach Not Me, And What I Will Is Fate.

On A Sudden Open Fly With Impetuous Recoil And Jarring Sound Th' Infernal Doors, And On Their Hinges Grate Harsh Thunder.

Immortal Amarant, A Flower Which Once In Paradise, Fast By The Tree Of Life, Began To Bloom; But Soon For Man's Offence To Heaven Removed, Where First It Grew, There Grows, And Flowers Aloft, Shading The Fount Of Life, And Where The River Of Bliss Through Midst Of Heaven Rolls O'er Elysian Flowers Her Amber Stream: With These That Never Fade The Spirits Elect Bind Their Resplendent Locks.

Seas Wept From Our Deep Sorrows.