Dear Mother, Dear Mother, The Church Is

Those Who Restrain Their Desires, Do So Because Theirs Is Weak Enough To Be Restrained.

But Most Thro' Midnight Streets I Hear How The Youthful Harlots Curse Blasts The New-born Infants Tear And Blights With Plagues The Marriage Hearse

The Ancient Poets Animated All Sensible Objects With Gods Or Geniuses, Calling Them By The Names And Adorning Them With The Properties Of Woods, Rivers, Mountains, Lakes, Cities, Nations, And Whatever Their Enlarged & Numerous Senses Could Perceive.

The Fox Condemns The Trap, Not Himself.

Mutual Forgiveness Of Each Vice. Such Are The Gates Of Paradise.