A Spark Neglected Makes A

Welcome, Maids Of Honor, You Doe Bring In The Spring, And Wait Upon Her.

Who After His Transgression Doth Repent, Is Halfe, Or Altogether, Innocent.

Our Present Tears Here, Not Our Present Laughter Are But The Handsells Of Our Joys Hereafter.

T Is The Will That Makes The Action Good Or Ill.

When One Is Past, Another Care We Have; Thus Woe Succeeds A Woe, As Wave A Wave.