Yet He Was Jealous, Though

And The Commencement Of Atonement Is The Sense Of Its Necessity.

The Devil Hath Not, In All His Quiver's Choice, An Arrow For The Heart Like A Sweet Voice.

It Is When We Think We Lead That We Are Most Led.

The Devil Was The First Democrat

No More We Meet In Yonder Bowers Absence Has Made Me Prone To Roving; But Older, Firmer Hearts Than Ours, Have Found Monotony In Loving.