Here A Pretty Baby Lies Sung Asleep

And As This Round (ring) Is Nowhere Found To Flaw, Or Else To Sever. So Let Our Love As Endless Prove And Pure As Gold Forever.

The Person Lives Twice Who Lives The First Life Well

Drink Wine, And Live Here Blitheful While Ye May; The Morrow's Life Too Late Is; Live To-day.

The May-pole Is Up, Now Give Me The Cup; I'll Drink To The Garlands Around It; But First Unto Those Whose Hands Did Compose The Glory Of Flowers That Crown'd It.

In Things A Moderation Keep; Kings Ought To Shear, Not Skin, Their Sheep.