Look Homeward, Angel, Now, And Melt With

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

Of Man's First Disobedience, And The Fruit/of That Forbidden Tree, Whose Mortal Taste/brought Death Into The World, And All Our Woe,/with Loss Of Eden, Till One Greater Man/restore Us, And Regain The Blissful Seat,/sing Heavenly Muse

I On The Other Side Us'd No Ambition To Commend My Deeds; The Deeds Themselves, Though Mute, Spoke Loud The Doer.

Midnight Shout And Revelry, Tipsy Dance And Jollity.

Abash'd The Devil Stood, And Felt How Awful Goodness Is.