What Passion Cannot Music Raise And Quell!

While I Am Compassed Round With Mirth, My Soul Lies Hid In Shades Of Grief, Whence, Like The Bird Of Night, With Half-shut Eyes, She Peeps, And Sickens At The Sight Of Day.

Faith Is To Believe What You Do Not Yet See: The Reward For This Faith Is To See What You Believe. Thus All Below Is Strength, And All Above Is Grace.

No King Nor Nation One Moment Can Retard The Appointed Hour.

And That One Hunting, Which The Devil Design'd For One Fair Female, Lost Him Half The Kind.

Such Subtle Covenants Shall Be Made,till Peace It Self Is War In Masquerade.