With Thee Goes Thy Husband, Him To

Or If Virtue Feeble Were, Heav'n Itself Would Stoop To Her.

Sweet Bird That Shunn'st The Nose Of Folly, Most Musical, Most Melancholy! Thee, Chauntress, Oft, The Woods Among, I Woo, To Hear Thy Even-song.

And To The Faithful: Death, The Gate Of Life.

To Be Weak Is Miserable, Doing Or Suffering.

And Ever Against Eating Cares Lap Me In Soft Lydian Airs, Married To Immortal Verse