In Maiden Meditation, Fancy Free.

I Am Sure, Though You Can Guess What Temperance Should Be, You Know Not What It Is.

She Dreams Of Him That Has Forgot Her Love; You Dote On Her That Cares Not For Your Love. 'tis Pity Love Should Be So Contrary; And Thinking Of It Makes Me Cry 'alas!

So Get The Start Of The Majestic World And Bear The Palm Alone.

Words Without Thoughts Never To Heaven Go.

Tis A Happy Thing To Be The Father Unto Many Sons.