The Devil Hath Power To Assume A

Sweet Flowers Are Slow And Weeds Make Haste.

Examine Well Your Blood.

Fight Valiantly To-day; And Yet I Do Thee Wrong To Mind Thee Of It, For Thou Art Framed Of The Firm Truth Of Valor.

His Worst Fault Is, He's Given To Prayer; He Is Something Peevish That Way.

But Miserable Most, To Love Unloved? This You Should Pity Rather Than Despise