The Winds With Wonder Whist, Smoothly The

Govern Well Thy Appetite, Lest Sin Surprise Thee, And Her Black Attendant Death.

Grace Was In All Her Steps, Heaven In Her Eye, In Every Gesture Dignity And Love.

In Contemplation Of Created Things, By Steps We May Ascend To God.

Abashed The Devil Stood And Felt How Awful Goodness Is And Saw Virtue In Her Shape How Lovely: And Pined His Loss

It Was From Out The Rind Of One Apple Tasted, That The Knowledge Of Good And Evil, As Two Twins Cleaving Together, Leaped Forth Into The World.