So Many Laws Argues So Many Sins.

New Presbyter Is But Old Priest Writ Large.

Nor Turned I Ween Adam From His Fair Spouse, Nor Eve The Rites Mysterious Of Connubial Love Refused: Whatever Hypocrites Austerely Talk Of Purity And Place And Innocence, Defaming As Impure What God Declares Pure, And Commands To Some, Leaves Free To All.

See Golden Days, Fruitful Of Golden Deeds, With Joy And Love Triumphing.

Must I Thus Leave Thee, Paradise?-thus Leave Thee, Native Soil, These Happy Walks And Shades?

Which, If Not Victory, Is Yet Revenge.