It Is An Active Flame That Fliesfirst

When The Tempter Me Pursueth With The Sins Of All My Youth, And Half Damns Me With Untruth, Sweet Spirit, Comfort Me!

And As This Round (ring) Is Nowhere Found To Flaw, Or Else To Sever. So Let Our Love As Endless Prove And Pure As Gold Forever.

Necessity Makes Dastards Valiant Men.

A Careless Shoe String, In Whose Tie I See A Wilde Civility.

When One Is Past, Another Care We Have; Thus Woe Succeeds A Woe, As Wave A Wave.