You Know That Love Will Creep In

Let Me Be Ignorant, And In Nothing Good, But Graciously To Know I Am No Better.

Nothing 'gainst Times Scythe Can Make Defence.

Cry Havoc And Let Slip The Dogs Of War!

But Love Is Blind And Lovers Cannot See

Well, God's Above All; And There Be Souls Must Be Saved, And There Be Souls Must Not Be Saved.