Ah, Why Should All Mankind For One

Anon Out Of The Earth A Fabric Huge Rose, Like An Exhalation.

But See! Thevirgin Blessed Hath Laid Her Babe To Rest. Time Is Our Tedious Song Should Here Have Ending.

Laws Can Discover Sin, But Not Remove It

But Infinite In Pardon Is My Judge.

For The Air Of Youth, Hopeful And Cheerful, In Thy Blood Will Reign A Melancholy Damp Of Cold And Dry To Weigh Thy Spirits Down, And Last Consume The Balm Of Life.