I Do Love I Know Not What;

Humble We Must Be, If To Heaven We Go; High Is The Roof There, But The Gate Is Low.

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

Drink Wine, And Live Here Blitheful While Ye May; The Morrow's Life Too Late Is; Live To-day.

Who After His Transgression Doth Repent, Is Halfe, Or Altogether, Innocent.

Gather Ye Rosebuds, While Ye May.