The Earth, Though In Comparison

And The More I See Pleasures About Me, So Much More I Feel Torment Within Me.

Farewell Happy Fields, Where Joy Forever Dwells: Hail, Horrors, Hail.

And What Is Faith, Love, Virtue Unassayed Alone, Without Exterior Help Sustained?

Should God Create Another Eve, And I Another Rib Afford, Yet Loss Of Thee Would Never From My Heart; No No, I Feel The Link Of Nature Draw Me: Flesh Of Flesh, Bone Of My Bone Thou Art, And From Thy State Mine Never Shall Be Parted, Bliss Or Woe.

A Good Principle Not Rightly Understood May Prove As Hurtful As A Bad.