The Hebrew Will Turn Christian; He Grows

Faint Heart Never Won Fair Maid.

Tis Beauty Truly Blent, Whose Red And White Nature's Own Sweet And Cunning Hand Laid On.

But If The While I Think On Thee, Dear Friend, All Losses Are Restored And Sorrows End.

My Crown Is Called Content, A Crown That Seldom Kings Enjoy.

I Always Thought It Was Both Impious And Unnatural That Such Immanity And Bloody Strife Should Reign Among Professors Of One Faith.