To Business That We Love We Rise

Who Is Silvia What Is She, That All Our Swains Commend Her Holy, Fair, And Wise Is She.

I'll Follow Thee And Make A Heaven Of Hell, To Die Upon The Hand I Love So Well

Then Is It Sin To Rush Into The Secret House Of Death. Ere Death Dare Come To Us?

His Worst Fault Is, He's Given To Prayer; He Is Something Peevish That Way.

There Is Some Soul Of Goodness In Things Evil, Would Men Observingly Distill It Out.