And Add To These Retired

Still Paying, Still To Owe. Eternal Woe!

Zeal And Duty Are Not Slow But On Occasion's Forelock Watchful Wait.

The Angel Ended, And In Adam's Ear So Charming Left His Voice, That He Awhile Thought Him Still Speaking, Still Stood Fix'd To Hear.

For No Falsehood Can Endure Touch Of Celestial Temper.

Mutual Love, The Crown Of All Our Bliss.