All Habits Gather By Unseen Degrees.

So The False Spider, When Her Nets Are Spread, Deep Ambushed In Her Silent Den Does Lie.

Death Ends Our Woes, And The Kind Grave Shuts Up The Mournful Scene.

So Softly Death Succeeded Life In Her, She Did But Dream Of Heaven, And She Was There.

Zeal, The Blind Conductor Of The Will.

Dancing Is The Poetry Of The Foot.