But O Yet More Miserable!

To Many A Youth And Many A Maid, Dancing In The Chequer'd Shade.

Among Unequals What Society Can Sort, What Harmony, Or True Delight?

Hell Has No Benefits, Only Torture.

On The Morning Of Christ's Nativity Perhaps Their Loves, Or Else Their Sheep, Was All That Did Their Silly Thoughts So Busy Keep.

The Brazen Throat Of War.