He That Is Giddy Thinks The World

That But This Blow Might Be The Be-all And The End-all Here, But Here, Upon This Bank And Shoal Of Time, We'ld Jump The Life To Come.

You Shall More Command With Years Than With Your Weapons.

There Is An Old Poor Man,. . . . Oppress'd With Two Weak Evils, Age And Hunger.

When Griping Grief The Heart Doth Wound, And Doleful Dumps The Mind Opresses, Then Music, With Her Silver Sound, With Speedy Help Doth Lend Redress.

Patch Up Thine Old Body For Heaven.