It Is The End That Crowns Us,

Bid Me To Live, And I Will Livethy Protestant To Be,or Bid Me Love, And I Will Givea Loving Heart To Thee.

Let's Live With That Small Pittance Which We Have; Who Covets More Is Evermore A Slave.

Hast Thou Attempted Greatnesse? Then Go On; Back-turning Slackens Resolution.

Feed Him Ye Must, Whose Food Fills You. And That This Pleasure Is Like Raine, Not Sent Ye For To Drowne Your Paine, But For To Make It Spring Againe.

Give Me A Kiss, And To That Kiss A Score: Then To That Twenty, Add A Hundred More.