If Thou Engrossest All The Griefs Are

We Are Oft To Blame In This, - 'tis Too Much Proved, - That With Devotion's Visage, And Pios Action We Do Sugar O'er The Devil Himself.

The Fool Multitude, That Choose By Show, Not Learning More Than The Fond Eye Doth Teach.

The Man That Hath No Music In Himself, Nor Is Not Moved With Concord Of Sweet Sounds, Is Fit For Treasons, Stratagems And Spoils.

You Know That I Do Fawn On Men, And Hug Them Hard, And After Scandal Them.

So Shows A Snowy Dove Trooping With Crows As Yonder Lady O'er Her Fellows Shows.