And Out Of Good Still To Find

Our Cure, To Be No More; Sad Cure!

So Dear I Love Him, That With Him, All Deaths I Could Endure, Without Him, Live No Life.

If At Great Things Thou Would'st Arrive, Get Riches First, Get Wealth, And Treasure Heap, Not Difficult, If Thou Hearken To Me; Riches Are Mine, Fortune Is In My Hand, They Whom I Favor Thrive In Wealth Amain, While Virtue, Valor, Wisdom, Sit In Want.

The Angel Ended, And In Adam's Ear So Charming Left His Voice, That He Awhile Thought Him Still Speaking, Still Stood Fix'd To Hear.

But Peaceful Was The Night Wherein The Prince Of Light His Reign Of Peace Upon The Earth Began.