T Is The Will That Makes The

The Person Lives Twice Who Lives The First Life Well

Tis Hard To Find God, But To Comprehend Him, As He Is, Is Labour Without End.

Whatever Comes, Let's Be Content Withal: Among God's Blessings There Is No One Small.

The Glorious Lamp Of Heaven, The Sun.

To The Virgins, To Make Much Of Time Gather Ye Rose-buds While Ye May, Old Time Is Still A-flying; And This Same Flower That Smiles Today, Tomorrow Will Be Dying. The Glorious Lamp Of Heaven, The Sun, The Higher He’s A-getting, The Sooner Will His Race Be Run, And Nearer He Is To Setting. That Age Is Best Which Is The First, When Youth And Blood Are Warmer; But Being Spent, The Worse, And Worst Times Still Succeed The Former. Then Be Not Coy, But Use Your Time, And While You May, Go Marry; For Having Lost But Once Your Prime, You May For Ever Tarry.