With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears.
In argument with men a woman ever Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause.
A man may be ungrateful, but the human race is not so.
They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet Quaff immortality and joy.
The sacred influence of light appears.
With eyes Of conjugal attraction unreprov'd. Imparadised in one another's arms. With thee conversing I forget all time. And feel that I am happier than I know.