Will You Walk Out Of The Air,

A Table-full Of Welcome!

Not Stepping Over The Bounds Of Modesty.

I Love Thee, And It Is My Love That Speaks

That Is The Way To Lay The City Flat, To Bring The Roof To The Foundation, And Bury All, Which Yet Distinctly Ranges, In Heaps And Piles Of Ruin.

So Will I Turn Her Virtue Into Pitch, And Out Of Her Own Goodness Make The Net That Shall Enmesh Them All.