O, While You Live, Tell Truth, And

Suspicion Always Haunts The Guilty Mind.

The Eagle Suffers Little Birds To Sing.

One Whom The Music Of His Own Vain Tongue Doth Ravish Like Enchanting Harmony.

Be Collected. No More Amazement. Tell Your Piteous Heart There's No Harm Done.

And In The Morn And Liquid Dew Of Youth, Contagious Blastments Are Are Most Imminent.