Give, If Thou Can, An Alms; If

T Is The Will That Makes The Action Good Or Ill.

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.

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.

Like Will To Like, Each Creature Loves His Kind.

If Little Labour, Little Are Our Gains: Man's Fortunes Are According To His Pains.