What Passion Cannot Music Raise And Quell!

Be Secret And Discreet; The Fairy Favors Are Lost When Not Concealed.

All Flowers Will Droop In The Absence Of The Sun That Waked Their Sweets.

Pity Only On Fresh Objects Stays, But With The Tedious Sight Of Woes Decays.

For Granting We Have Sinned, And That The Offence Of Man Is Made Against Omnipotence, Some Price That Bears Proportion Must Be Paid, And Infinite With Infinite Be Weighed.

Love Reckons Hours For Months, And Days For Years; And Every Little Absence Is An Age.