Hell Has No Benefits, Only Torture.

O When Meet Now Such Pairs, In Love And Mutual Honour Joined?

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.

O Nightingale, That On Yon Bloomy Spray Warblest At Eve, When All The Woods Are Still; Thou With Fresh Hope The Lover's Heart Dost Fill While The Jolly Hours Lead On Propitious May.

Eloquence The Soul, Song Charms The Senses.

Thy Liquid Notes That Close The Eye Of Day.