Forget Thyself To Marble.

He 's Gone, And Who Knows How He May Report Thy Words By Adding Fuel To The Flame?

Hope Allows Us To Bid Farewell To Fear.

So Dear To Heav'n Is Saintly Chastity, That When A Soul Is Found Sincerely So, A Thousand Liveried Angels Lackey Her, Driving Far Off Each Thing Of Sin And Guilt, And In Clear Dream And Solemn Vision Tell Her Of Things That No Gross Ear Can Hear, Till Oft Converse With Heav'nly Habitants Begin To Cast A Beam On Th' Outward Shape.

The Strongest And The Fiercest Spirit That Fought In Heaven, Now Fiercer By Despair.

Herbs, And Other Country Messes, Which The Neat-handed Phillis Dresses.