Love Built On Beauty, Soon As Beauty,

Kind Pity Chokes My Spleen.

Keep Us, Lord, So Awake In The Duties Of Our Calling That We May Sleep In Thy Peace And Wake In Thy Glory.

I Count All That Part Of My Life Lost Which I Spent Not In Communion With God, Or In Doing Good.

All Our Life Is But A Going Out To The Place Of Execution, To Death.

So, So, Break Off This Last Lamenting Kiss, Which Sucks Two Souls, And Vapors Both Away.