Keep Us, Lord, So Awake

Come Live With Me, And Be My Love, And We Will Some New Pleasures Prove Of Golden Sands, And Crystal Brooks, With Silken Lines, And Silver Hooks.

Affliction Is A Treasure, And Scarce Any Man Hath Enough Of It.

Busy Old Fool, Unruly Sun, Why Dost Thou Thus Through Windows And Through Curtains Call On Us? Must To Thy Motions Lovers Seasons Run?

Pleasure Is None, If Not Diversified.

Be Thine Own Palace, Or The World's Thy Jail.