A Spark Neglected Makes A Mighty Fire.

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

A Winning Wave, (deserving Note.) In The Tempestuous Petticote, A Careless Shoe-string, In Whose Tye I See A Wilde Civility,-- Doe More Bewitch Me Than When Art Is Too Precise In Every Part.

Some Asked Me Where The Rubies Grew, And Nothing I Did Say; But With My Finger Pointed To The Lips Of Julia.

Who After His Transgression Doth Repent, Is Halfe, Or Altogether, Innocent.

Let's Live With That Small Pittance Which We Have; Who Covets More Is Evermore A Slave.