Where More Is Meant Than Meets The

And To Thy Husband's Will Thine Shall Submit; He Over Thee Shall Rule.

Still Paying, Still To Owe. Eternal Woe!

Wisdom's Self Oft Seeks To Sweet Retired Solitude, Where With Her Best Nurse Contemplation, She Plumes Her Feathers, And Lets Grow Her Wings That In The Various Bustle Of Resort Were All To-ruffled, And Sometimes Impaired.

God Is Thy Law, Thou Mine.

A Poet Soaring In The High Reason Of His Fancies, With His Garland And Singing Robes About Him.