In Things A Moderation Keep; Kings Ought

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.

I Do Love I Know Not What; Sometimes This, And Sometimes That.

He Loves His Bonds Who, When The First Are Broke, Submits His Neck Into A Second Yoke.

You Say To Me-wards Your Affection's Strong; Pray Love Me Little, So You Love Me Long.

Learn This Of Me, Where'er Thy Lot Doth Fall, Short Lot, Or Not, To Be Content With All.