Learn This Of Me, Where'er Thy Lot

Cherry-ripe, Ripe, Ripe, I Cry, Full And Fair Ones; Come And Buy. If So Be You Ask Me Where They Do Grow, I Answer: There, Where My Julia's Lips Do Smile; There's The Land, Or Cherry-isle, Whose Plantations Fully Show All The Year Where Cherries Grow.

Those Saints, Which God Loves Best, The Devil Tempts Not Least.

Fight Thou With Shafts Of Silver, And O'ercome When No Force Else Can Get The Masterdom

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

T Is The Will That Makes The Action Good Or Ill.