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A careless shoe string, in whose tie I see a wilde civility.

Against diseases here the strongest fence is the defensive vertue, Abstinence.

A little saint best fits a little shrine, A little prop best fits a little vine, As my small cruse best fits my little wine.

And as this round (ring) is nowhere found to flaw, or else to sever. So let our love as endless prove and pure as gold forever.

Art quickens nature; care will make a face; Neglected beauty perisheth apace.

A spark neglected makes a mighty fire.

A SWEET disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness : A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction : An erring lace which here and there Enthrals the crimson stomacher : A cuff neglectful, and thereby Ribbons to flow confusedly : A winning wave (deserving note) In the tempestuous petticoat : A careless shoe-string, in whose tie I see a wild civility : Do more bewitch me than when art Is too precise in every part.

A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction.

Attempt the end and never stand to doubt; Nothing's so hard, but search will find it out.

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.

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.

But here's the sunset of a tedious day, These two asleep are; I'll but be undrest, And so to bed. Pray wish us all good rest.

But ne'er the rose without the thorn.

Buying, possessing, accumulating--this is not worldliness. But doing this in the love of it, with no love of God paramount--doing it so that thoughts of eternity and God are an intrusion--doing it so that one's spirit is secularized in the process; this is worldliness.

Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones; come and buy. If so be you ask me where They do grow, I answer: There, Where my Julia's lips do smile; There's the land, or cherry-isle, Whose plantations fully show All the year where cherries grow.

Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.

Drink wine, and live here blitheful while ye may; The morrow's life too late is; live to-day.

Each must in virtue strive for to excel; That man lives twice that lives the first life well.

Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, Which is as white and hairless as an egg.

Feed him ye must, whose food fills you. And that this pleasure is like raine, Not sent ye for to drowne your paine, But for to make it spring againe.

Fight thou with shafts of silver, and o'ercome When no force else can get the masterdom

For pitty, Sir, find out that Bee Which bore my Love away I'le seek him in your Bonnet brave, I'le seek him in your eyes.

Give, if thou can, an alms; if not, a sweet and gentle word.

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a flying: And this same flower that smiles to day, Tomorrow will be dying.

Gather ye rosebuds, while ye may.

Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score; Then to that twenty, add a hundred more: A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on, To make that thousand up a million. Treble that million, and when that is done, Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.

Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score: Then to that twenty, add a hundred more.

God doth not promise here to man that HeWill free him quickly from his misery;But in His own time, and when He thinks fit,Then He will give a happy end to it.

Go to your banquet then, but use delight So as to rise still with an appetite.

Happy is the bride that the sun shines on.

Here a little child I stand, Heaving up my either hand; Cold as paddocks though they be, Here I lift them up to Thee, for a benison to fall on our meat, and on us all. Amen.

Here a pretty Baby lies Sung asleep with Lullabies: Pray be silent, and not stirre The easie earth that covers her.

Her eyes the glowworm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee; And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.

Humble we must be, if to heaven we go; High is the roof there, but the gate is low.

I dare not ask a kiss; I dare not beg a smile; Lest having that or this, I might grow proud the while. No, no, the utmost share Of my desire shall be Only to kiss that air, That lately kissed thee.

I'll write, because I'll give - You critics means to live; For should I not supply - The cause, the effect would die

In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.

In sober mornings do not thou rehearse The holy incantation of a verse

In the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me.

In things a moderation keep; Kings ought to shear, not skin, their sheep.

In vain our labours are, whatsoe'er they be, unless God gives the Benediction.

In ways to greatness think on this, That slippery all ambition is

I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers: Of April, May, or June, and July flowers. I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes, Of bridegrooms, brides, and of the bridal cakes.

It is an active flame that fliesFirst to the babies in the eyes.

It is the end that crowns us, not the fight.

It takes great wit and interest and energy to be happy. The pursuit of happiness is a great activity. One must be open and alive. It is the greatest feat man has to accomplish.

Know when to speak - for many times it brings danger, to give the best advice to kings.

Learn this of me, where'er thy lot doth fall, Short lot, or not, to be content with all.

Let my muse Fail of thy former helps, and only use Her inadulterate strength. What's done by me Hereafter shall smell of the lamp, not thee.

Let's live with that small pittance which we have; Who covets more is evermore a slave.