The Stroke Of Death Is As A

To Kill, I Grant, Is Sin's Extremest Gust; But, In Defence, By Mercy, 'tis Most Just.

Courage And Comfort, All Shall Yet Go Well

If She Be Not Honest, Chaste, And True, There's No Man Happy.

You Speak Like A Green Girl / Unsifted In Such Perilous Circumstances.

What Ugly Sights Of Death Within Mine Eyes!