How Happy The Lover, How Easy His

Men Are But Children Of A Larger Growth.

A Fiery Soul, Which Working Out Its Way, Fretted The Pygmy-body To Decay: And O'er-informed The Tenement Of Clay. A Daring Pilot In Extremity; Pleased With The Danger, When The Waves Went High He Sought The Storms...

An Hour Will Come, With Pleasure To Relate Your Sorrows Past, As Benefits Of Fate.

To So Perverse A Sex All Grace Is Vain.

For Mysterious Things Of Faith, Rely On The Proponent, Heaven's Authority.