A Wicked Mans Gift Hath A Touch

The Eye And Religion Can Beare No Jesting.

Noble Houskeepers Neede No Dores.

Never Was A Miser A Brave Soul.

Love Bade Me Welcome, But My Soul Drew Back.

Listen, Sweet Dove, Unto My Song, And Spread Thy Golden Wings In Me; Hatching My Tender Heart So Long, Till It Get Wing, And Flie Away With Thee.