Let Man's Soul Be A Sphere, And

All Occasions Invite His Mercies, And All Times Are His Seasons.

So, So, Break Off This Last Lamenting Kiss, Which Sucks Two Souls, And Vapors Both Away.

To Roam Giddily, And Be Everywhere But At Home, Such Freedom Doth A Banishment Become.

O How Feeble Is Man's Power, That If Good Fortune Fall, Cannot Add Another Hour, Nor A Lost Hour Recall!

More Than Kisses, Letters Mingle Souls.