Our Torments Also May In Length Of

Prudence Is The Virtue By Which We Discern What Is Proper To Do Under Various Circumstances In Time And Place.

So May'st Thou Live, Till Like Ripe Fruit Thou Drop Into Thy Mother's Lap.

And Looks Commercing With The Skies, Thy Rapt Soul Sitting In Thine Eyes.

The Mind Is Its Own Place, And In Itself, Can Make Heaven Of Hell, And A Hell Of Heaven.

With Thee Goes Thy Husband, Him To Follow Thou Art Bound; Where He Abides, Think There Thy Native Soil.