In Sober Mornings Do Not

You Say To Me-wards Your Affection's Strong; Pray Love Me Little, So You Love Me Long.

Whatever Comes, Let's Be Content Withal: Among God's Blessings There Is No One Small.

Let's Live With That Small Pittance Which We Have; Who Covets More Is Evermore A Slave.

Here A Pretty Baby Lies Sung Asleep With Lullabies: Pray Be Silent, And Not Stirre The Easie Earth That Covers Her.

Give House-room To The Best; 'tis Never Known Verture And Pleasure Both To Dwell In One.