Here A Pretty Baby Lies Sung Asleep

Oft Have I Heard Both Youths And Virgins Say, Birds Chuse Their Mates And Couple Too This Day: But By Their Flight I Never Can Devine When I Shall Couple With My Valentine.

What Though The Sea Be Calm? Trust To The Shore, Ships Have Been Drown'd, Where Late They Danc'd Before.

When One Is Past, Another Care We Have; Thus Woe Succeeds A Woe, As Wave A Wave.

Fight Thou With Shafts Of Silver, And O'ercome When No Force Else Can Get The Masterdom

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