Rise And Put On Your Foliage, And

In Sober Mornings Do Not Thou Rehearse The Holy Incantation Of A Verse

Love Is Maintain'd By Wealth: When All Is Spent, Adversity Then Breeds The Discontent.

Before Man's Fall The Rose Was Born,st. Ambrose Says, Without The Thorn;but For Man's Fault Then Was The Thornwithout The Fragrant Rose-bud Born; But Ne'er The Rose Without The Thorn.

In Prayer The Lips Ne'er Act The Winning Part, Without The Sweet Concurrence Of The Heart.

When The Tempter Me Pursueth With The Sins Of All My Youth, And Half Damns Me With Untruth, Sweet Spirit, Comfort Me!