Art Quickens Nature; Care Will

I Do Love I Know Not What; Sometimes This, And Sometimes That.

For Pitty, Sir, Find Out That Bee Which Bore My Love Away I'le Seek Him In Your Bonnet Brave, I'le Seek Him In Your Eyes.

I Dare Not Ask A Kiss; I Dare Not Beg A Smile; Lest Having That Or This, I Might Grow Proud The While. No, No, The Utmost Share Of My Desire Shall Be Only To Kiss That Air, That Lately Kissed Thee.

Hast Thou Attempted Greatnesse? Then Go On; Back-turning Slackens Resolution.

In Vain Our Labours Are, Whatsoe'er They Be, Unless God Gives The Benediction.