It Was The Winter Wild,

Those Graceful Acts, Those Thousand Decencies, That Daily Flow From All Her Words And Actions, Mixed With Love And Sweet Compliance, Which Declare Unfeigned Union Of Mind, Or In Us Both One Soul.

The Timely Dew Of Sleep.

The Conquer'd, Also, And Enslaved By War, Shall, With Their Freedom Lost, All Virtue Lose.

God Has Set Labor And Rest, As Day And Night To Men Successive.

Vain Wisdom All, And False Philosophy.