It Was A Childish Ignorance,

Oh, If It Be To Choose And Call Thee Mine, Love, Thou Art Every Day My Valentine!

It Was A Childish Ignorance, But Now 'tis Little Joy To Know I'm Further Off From Heaven Than When I Was A Boy.

For Man May Pious Texts Repeat, And Yet Religion Have No Inward Seat

There's A Double Beauty Whenever A Swan Swims On A Lake With Her Double Thereon.

How Widely Its Agencies Vary,- To Save, To Ruin, To Curse, To Bless,- As Even Its Minted Coins Express, Now Stamp'd With The Image Of Good Queen Bess, And Now Of A Bloody Mary.