Anon Out Of The Earth A Fabric

Lifted Up So High I Disdained Subjection, And Thought One Step Higher Would Set Me Highest.

Implied Subjection, But Requir'd With Gentle Sway, And By Her Yielded, By Him Best Receiv'd,- Yielded With Coy Submission, Modest Pride, And Sweet, Reluctant, Amorous Delay.

As Therefore The State Of Man Now Is, What Wisdom Can There Be To Choose, What Continence To Forbear, Without The Knowledge Of Good And Evil?

The Virtuous Mind That Ever Walks Attended By A Strong Siding Champion, Conscience.

Zeal And Duty Are Not Slow But On Occasion's Forelock Watchful Wait.