Never Can True Reconcilement Grow

Beauty Stands In The Admiration Only Of Weak Minds Led Captive.

Just Are The Ways Of God, And Justifiable To Men; Unless There Be Who Think Not God At All.

Retiring From The Popular Noise, I Seek This Unfrequented Place To Find Some Ease.

Enjoy Your Dear Wit And Gay Rhetoric, That Hath So Well Been Taught Her Dazzling Fence.

Some Say No Evil Thing That Walks By Night, In Fog Or Fire, By Lake Or Moorish Fen, Blue Meagre Hag, Or Stubborn Unlaid Ghost That Breaks His Magic Chains At Curfew Time, No Goblin, Or Swart Fairy Of The Mine, Hath Hurtful Power O'er True Virginity.