O, Spirit Of Love, How Quick And

Be Cheerful; Wipe Thine Eyes: Some Falls Are Means The Happier To Arise

Give Sorrow Words; The Grief That Does Not Speak Knits Up The O-er Wrought Heart And Bids It Break.

This Liberty Is All That I Request.

Then Others For Breath Of Words Respect, Me For My Dumb Thoughts, Speaking In Effect.

O, Where Is Loyalty? If It Be Banished From The Frosty Head, Where Shall It Find A Harbor In The Earth?