Untwisting All The Chains That Tie The

Ah, Why Should All Mankind For One Man's Fault, Be Condemned, If Guiltless?

The Hungry Sheep Look Up, And Are Not Fed.

Sable-vested Night, Eldest Of Things.

Implied Subjection, But Requir'd With Gentle Sway, And By Her Yielded, By Him Best Receiv'd,- Yielded With Coy Submission, Modest Pride, And Sweet, Reluctant, Amorous Delay.

It Was That Fatal And Perfidious Bark, Built In Th' Eclipse, And Rigg'd With Curses Dark.