Fair Thoughts And Happy Hours Attend On

Put On The Dauntless Spirit Of Resolution.

How Many A Holy And Obsequious Tear Hath Dear Religious Love Stolen From Mine Eye, As Interest Of The Dead!

Cold Indeed, And Labor Lost: Then Farewell Heat, And Welcome Frost!

Heaven Would That She These Gifts Should Have, And I To Live And Die Her Slave.

That, Sir, Which Serves And Seeks For Gain, And Follows But For Form, Will Pack, When It Begins To Rain, And Leave Thee In A Storm.