Subdue By Force, Who Reason For Their

Midnight Shout And Revelry, Tipsy Dance And Jollity.

From His Lips/not Words Alone Pleased Her.

And Some Are Fall'n, To Disobedience Fall'n, And So From Heav'n To Deepest Hell; O Fall From What High State Of Bliss Into What Woe!

A Death-like Sleep, A Gentle Wafting To Immortal Life.

Only Add Deeds To Thy Knowledge Answerable, Add Faith, Add Virtue, Patience, Temperance, Add Love, By Name To Come Call'd Charity, The Soul Of All The Rest; Then Wilt Thou Not Be Loath To Leave This Paradise, But Shall Possess A Paradise Within Thee, Happier Far.