A Breath Thou Art, Servile To All

Most Subject Is The Fattest Soil To Weeds.

And Do As Adversaries Do In Law, Strive Mightily, But Eat And Drink As Friends.

This Day I Breathed First: Time Is Come Round, And Where I Did Begin There Shall I End; My Life Is Run His Compass.

No Doubt They Rose Up Early To Observe The Rite Of May; And, Hearing Our Intent, Came Here In Grace Of Our Solemnity.

There Should Be Hours For Necessities, Not For Delights; Times To Repair Our Nature With Comforting Repose, And Not For Us To Waste These Times.