Gather Ye Rosebuds, While Ye May.

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

In Sober Mornings Do Not Thou Rehearse The Holy Incantation Of A Verse

Attempt The End And Never Stand To Doubt; Nothing's So Hard, But Search Will Find It Out.

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.

In Prayer The Lips Ne'er Act The Winning Part, Without The Sweet Concurrence Of The Heart.