Tower'd Cities Please Us Then, And The

Reason Is Also Choice.

On The Morning Of Christ's Nativity Perhaps Their Loves, Or Else Their Sheep, Was All That Did Their Silly Thoughts So Busy Keep.

Spirits That Live Throughout, Vital In Every Part, Not As Frail Man, In Entrails, Heart Or Head, Liver Or Reins, Cannot But By Annihilating Die.

To Many A Youth And Many A Maid, Dancing In The Chequer'd Shade.

Laws Can Discover Sin, But Not Remove It