Things Won Are Done, Joy's Soul Lies

This World To Me Is Like A Lasting Storm,whirring Me From My Friends.

He Does It With Better Grace, But I Do It More Natural.

There Is Special Providence In The Fall Of A Sparrow.

Time Doth Transfix The Flourish Set On Youth And Delves The Parallels In Beauty's Brow.

To You Your Father Should Be As A God; One That Composed Your Beauties, Yea, And One To Whom You Are But As A Form In Wax, By Him Imprinted, And Within His Power To Leave The Figure Or Disfigure It.