Thick As Autumnal Leaves That Strow The

God Is Thy Law, Thou Mine: To Know No More Is Woman's Happiest Knowledge And Her Praise. With Thee Conversing I Forget All Time.

Pleas'd Me, Long Choosing And Beginning Late.

Nor Jealousy Was Understood, The Injur'd Lover's Hell.

The Teachers Of Our Law, And To Propose What Might Improve My Knowledge Or Their Own.

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