What's His Offense? Groping For

Men Prize The Thing Ungained More Than It Is.

O, That Our Fathers Would Applause Our Loves, To Seal Our Happiness With Hteir Consents!

Rumor Is A Pipe Blown By Surmises, Jealousies, Conjectures.

The Cheek Is Apter Than The Tongue To Tell An Errand.

Virtue Preserv'd From Fell Destruction's Blast, Led On By Heaven, And Crown'd With Joy At Last.