And Flights Of Angels Sing Thee To

Virtue Is Chok'd With Foul Ambition

It Is A Wise Father That Knows His Own Child.

No Stony Bulwark Can Resist The Love, And Love Dares What Anyone Can Love.

Nothing Teems But Hateful Docks, Rough Thistles, Kecksies, Burs, Losing Both Beauty And Utility.

That Which I Would Discover The Law Of Friendship Bids Me To Conceal.