Loneliness Is The First Thing Which God's

But See! Thevirgin Blessed Hath Laid Her Babe To Rest. Time Is Our Tedious Song Should Here Have Ending.

And To Thy Husband's Will Thine Shall Submit; He Over Thee Shall Rule.

Sole Reigning Holds The Tyranny Of Heav'n.

My Heart Contains Of Good, Wise, Just, The Perfect Shape.

Love-quarrels Oft In Pleasing Concord End.