My Heart Contains Of Good, Wise, Just,

Virtue That Wavers Is Not Virtue.

Untwisting All The Chains That Tie The Hidden Soul Of Harmony.

The Timely Dew Of Sleep.

But See! Thevirgin Blessed Hath Laid Her Babe To Rest. Time Is Our Tedious Song Should Here Have Ending.

That Space The Evil One Abstracted Stood From His Own Evil, And For The Time Remained Stupidly Good, Of Enmity Disarmed, Of Guile, Of Hate, Of Envy, Of Revenge .