It Is The End That Crowns Us,

That Age Is Best Which Is The First When Youth And Blood Are Warmer.

Men Are Suspicious; Prone To Discontent: Subjects Still Loathe The Present Government.

Here A Little Child I Stand, Heaving Up My Either Hand; Cold As Paddocks Though They Be, Here I Lift Them Up To Thee, For A Benison To Fall On Our Meat, And On Us All. Amen.

We Credit Most Our Sight; One Eye Doth Please Our Trust Farre More Than Ten Eare-witnesses.

Fair Daffodils, We Weep To See You Haste Away So Soon: As Yet The Early-rising Sun Has Not Attained His Noon.