Love Is A Circle That

Each Must In Virtue Strive For To Excel; That Man Lives Twice That Lives The First Life Well.

A Sweet Disorder In The Dress Kindles In Clothes A Wantonness A Lawn About The Shoulders Thrown Into A Fine Distraction.

He Who Has Suffered Shipwreck, Fears To Sail Upon The Seas, Though With A Gentle Gale.

But Here's The Sunset Of A Tedious Day, These Two Asleep Are; I'll But Be Undrest, And So To Bed. Pray Wish Us All Good Rest.

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