Seldom Comes Glory Till A Man Be

Give, If Thou Can, An Alms; If Not, A Sweet And Gentle Word.

Like Will To Like, Each Creature Loves His Kind.

When Words We Want, Love Teacheth To Indite; And What We Blush To Speak, She Bids Us Write.

I'll Write, Because I'll Give - You Critics Means To Live; For Should I Not Supply - The Cause, The Effect Would Die

The Body Is The Soul's Poor House Or Home, Whose Ribs The Laths Are And Whose Flesh The Loam.