Seldom Comes Glory Till A

No, Not Jove Himselfe, At One Time, Can Be Wise And Love.

In Prayer The Lips Ne'er Act The Winning Part, Without The Sweet Concurrence Of The Heart.

Bid Me To Live, And I Will Live Thy Protestant To Be: Or Bid Me Love, And I Will Give A Loving Heart To Thee, A Heart As Soft, A Heart As Kind, A Heart As Sound And Free As In The Whole World Thou Canst Find, That Heart I'll Give To Thee.

Love Is Maintain'd By Wealth: When All Is Spent, Adversity Then Breeds The Discontent.

I Do Love I Know Not What; Sometimes This, And Sometimes That.