It Is Chastity, My Brother.

The Tree Of Knowledge Grew Fast By, Knowledge Of Good Bought Dear By Knowing Ill.

There Is No Christian Duty That Is Not To Be Seasoned And Set Off With Cheerishness, Which In A Thousand Outward And Intermitting Crosses May Yet Be Done Well, As In This Vale Of Tears.

And These Gems Of Heav'n, Her Starry Train.

Where All Life Dies Death Lives.

To Adore The Conqueror, Who Now Beholds Cherub And Seraph Rolling In The Flood.