Against Diseases Here The Strongest Fence Is

A Careless Shoe String, In Whose Tie I See A Wilde Civility.

When The Tempter Me Pursueth With The Sins Of All My Youth, And Half Damns Me With Untruth, Sweet Spirit, Comfort Me!

Go To Your Banquet Then, But Use Delight So As To Rise Still With An Appetite.

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.

Give, If Thou Can, An Alms; If Not, A Sweet And Gentle Word.