Let Me Say Amen Betimes Lest The

A Heaven On Earth I Have Won By Wooing Thee.

He's Of The Colour Of The Nutmeg. And Of The Heat Of The Ginger.... He Is Pure Air And Fire; And The Dull Elements Of Earth And Water Never Appear In Him, But Only In Patient Stillness While His Rider Mounts Him; He Is Indeed A Horse, And All Other Jades You May Call Beasts.

Diseased Nature Oftentimes Breaks Forth In Strange Eruptions.

Affliction Is Enamoured Of Thy Parts, And Thou Art Wedded To Calamity.

You Are Strangely Troublesome.