In God's Intention, A Meet And Happy

He Who Would Not Be Frustrate Of His Hope To Write Well Hereafter In Laudable Things Ought Himself To Be A True Poem.

To Many A Youth And Many A Maid, Dancing In The Chequer'd Shade.

Govern Well Thy Appetite, Lest Sin Surprise Thee, And Her Black Attendant Death.

Where Shame Is, There Is Also Fear.

O Nightingale, That On Yon Bloomy Spray Warblest At Eve, When All The Woods Are Still; Thou With Fresh Hope The Lover's Heart Dost Fill While The Jolly Hours Lead On Propitious May.