He Doth Nothing But Talk Of His

The Villany You Teach Me I Shall Execute; And It Shall Go Hard But I Will Better The Instruction.

Do Not, As Some Ungracious Pastors Do, Show Me The Steep And Thorny Way To Heaven; Whilst, Like A Puff'd And Reckless Libertine, Himself The Primrose Path Of Dalliance Treads And Recks Not His Own Read.

For 'tis The Sport To Have The Engineerhoist With His Own Petard.

Which Can Say More Than This Rich Praise, That You Alone Are You?

Here Come The Lovers, Full Of Joy And Mirth.— Joy, Gentle Friends! Joy And Fresh Days Of Love Accompany Your Hearts!