I Have Touched The Highest

Thou Art An Elm, My Husband, I A Vine.

In Religion, What Damned Error But Some Sober Brow Will Bless It, And Approve It With A Text, Hiding The Grossness With Fair Ornament?

Our Purses Shall Be Proud, Our Garments Poor; For 'tis The Mind That Makes The Body Rich

Let Me Be Ignorant, And In Nothing Good, But Graciously To Know I Am No Better.

Seek Happy Nights To Happy Days.w