On Pain Of Death, No Person Be

Angels And Ministers Of Grace Defend Us.

Things Sweet To Taste Prove In Digestion Sour.

And What Art Thou, Thou Idol Ceremony? What Kind Of God Art Thou, That Suffer'st More Of Mortal Griefs Than Do Thy Worshippers?

No .... Holy Father, Throw Away That Thought. Believe Not That The Dribbling Dart Of Love Can Pierce A Complete Bosom.

Love Is A Wonderful, Terrible Thing