Roses At First Were White, Till Thy

Let My Muse Fail Of Thy Former Helps, And Only Use Her Inadulterate Strength. What's Done By Me Hereafter Shall Smell Of The Lamp, Not Thee.

Temptations Hurt Not, Though They Have Accesse; Satan O'ercomes None But By Willingnesse.

None Pities Him That Is In The Snare, Who Warned Before, Would Not Beware.

Hast Thou Attempted Greatnesse? Then Go On; Back-turning Slackens Resolution.

Show Me Thy Feet, Show Me Thy Legs, Thy Thighs Show Me Those Fleshy Principalities; Show Me That Hill Where Smiling Love Doth Sit, Having A Living Fountain Under It; Show Me Thy Waist, Then Let Me There Withal, By The Ascension Of Thy Lawn, See All.