In Vain Our Labours Are, Whatsoe'er They

A Sweet Disorder In The Dress Kindles In Clothes A Wantonness A Lawn About The Shoulders Thrown Into A Fine Distraction.

Buying, Possessing, Accumulating--this Is Not Worldliness. But Doing This In The Love Of It, With No Love Of God Paramount--doing It So That Thoughts Of Eternity And God Are An Intrusion--doing It So That One's Spirit Is Secularized In The Process; This Is Worldliness.

So When Or You Or I Are Made A Fable, Song, Or Fleeting Shade; All Love, All Liking, All Delight Lies Drowned With Us In Endless Night. Then While Time Serves, And We Are But Decaying; Come, My Corinna, Come, Let's Go A Maying.

Tears Are The Noble Language Of Eyes, And When True Love Of Words Is Destitute. The Eye By Tears Speak, While The Tongue Is Mute.

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.