My Love Is Thaw'd; Which, Like A

A Man I Am Cross'd With Adversity.

Frame Your Mind To Mirth And Merriment Which Bars A Thousand Harms And Lengthens Life.

What Say You To A Piece Of Beef And Mustard?

Praising What Is Lost Makes The Remembrance Dear

Thou Hast No Figures Nor No Fantasies Which Busy Care Draws In The Brains Of Men; Therefore Thou Sleep'st So Sound.