For Danger Levels Man And Brute And

Time And Death Shall Depart And Say In Flying Love Has Found Out A Way To Live, By Dying.

Thoughts Cannot Form Themselves In Words So Horrid As Can Express My Guilt.

Love Works A Different Way In Different Minds, The Fool It Enlightens And The Wise It Blinds.

It Is Sufficient To Say, According To The Proverb, That Here Is God's Plenty.

For Granting We Have Sinned, And That The Offence Of Man Is Made Against Omnipotence, Some Price That Bears Proportion Must Be Paid, And Infinite With Infinite Be Weighed.