There Is No Mistake So

To Chloe's Breast Young Cupid Slily Stole, But He Crept In At Myra's Pocket-hole.

He Who Shall Hurt The Little Wren Shall Never Be Beloved By Men.

Every Harlot Was A Virgin Once.

I Am Under The Direction Of Messengers From Heaven Daily And Nightly.

When The Voices Of Children Are Heard On The Greenand Laughing Is Heard On The Hill,my Heart Is At Rest Within My Breastand Everything Else Is Still.