Love-quarrels Oft In Pleasing Concord End.

With Thee Conversing I Forget All Time.

Suffering For Truth's Sake Is Fortitude To Highest Victory, And To The Faithful Death The Gate Of Life.

Evil On Itself Shall Back Recoil.

In Argument With Men A Woman Ever Goes By The Worse, Whatever Be Her Cause.

Come Knit Hands, And Beat The Ground In A Light Fantastic Round