Tis Not The Food, But

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

The Person Lives Twice Who Lives The First Life Well

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.

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

Temptations Hurt Not, Though They Have Accesse; Satan O'ercomes None But By Willingnesse.