It May Do Good; Pride Hath No

On Your Eyelids Crown The God Of Sleep, Charming Your Blood With Pleasing Heaviness, Making Such Difference 'twixt Wake And Sleep As Is The Difference Betwixt Day And Night The Hour Before The Heavenly-harness'd Team Begins His Golden Progress In The East.

'tis The Soldier's Life To Have Their Balmy Slumbers Waked With Strife.

What, Can The Devil Speak True?

Some Men There Are Love Not A Gaping Pig, Some That Are Mad If They Behold A Cat, And Others When The Bagpipe Sings I The Nose Cannot Contain Their Urine.

My Long Sickness Of Health And Living Now Begins To Mend, And Nothing Brings Me All Things.