Our Fancies Are More Giddy And Unfirm,

A Merry Heart Goes All The Way, - A Sad One Tires Inan Hour.

The Brightness Of Her Cheek Would Shame Those Stars As Daylight Doth A Lamp; Her Eyes In Heaven Would Through The Airy Region Stream So Bright That Birds Would Sing, And Think It Were Not Night.

Is Twenty Hundred Kisses Such A Trouble?

If Yon Bethink Yourself Of Any Crime Unreconcil'd As Yet To Heaven And Grace, Solicit For It Straight.

So May He Rest, His Faults Lie Gently On Him!