Whatever Comes, Let's Be Content Withal: Among

Happy Is The Bride That The Sun Shines On.

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

A Winning Wave, (deserving Note.) In The Tempestuous Petticote, A Careless Shoe-string, In Whose Tye I See A Wilde Civility,-- Doe More Bewitch Me Than When Art Is Too Precise In Every Part.

Oft Have I Heard Both Youths And Virgins Say, Birds Chuse Their Mates And Couple Too This Day: But By Their Flight I Never Can Devine When I Shall Couple With My Valentine.

Give Me A Kiss, And To That Kiss A Score: Then To That Twenty, Add A Hundred More.