Weed Your Better Judgments Of

Not An Angel Of The Air, Bird Melodious Or Bird Fair, Be Absent Hence!

Ready To Go But Never To Return.

And Too Soon Marred Are Those So Early Made.

I'll Give My Jewels For A Set Of Beads, My Gorgeous Palace For A Hermitage, My Gay Apparel For An Almsman's Gown, My Figured Goblets For A Dish Of Wood, My Scepter For A Palmer's Walking Staff My Subjects For A Pair Of Carved Saints And My Large Kingdom For A Little Grave.

But Earthlier Happy Is The Rose Distill'd Than That Which Withering On The Virgin Thorn Grows, Lives, And Dies In Single Blessedness.