I Wish My Sun May Never Set,

The Spring Is A Lively Emblem Of The Resurrection.

Some Laborers Have Hard Hands, And Old Sinners Have Brawny Consciences.

But Man Grows Old, Lies Down, Remains Where Once He's Laid.

I Wish My Sun May Never Set, But Burn.

It Is Reported Of The Peacock That Priding Himself In His Gay Feathers He Ruffles Them Up; But Spying His Black Feet He Soon Lets Fall His Plumes. So He That Glories In His Gifts And Adornings Should Look Upon His Corruptions, And That Will Damp His High Thoughts.