My Soul I'll Pour Into Thee.

What Though The Sea Be Calm? Trust To The Shore, Ships Have Been Drown'd, Where Late They Danc'd Before.

Fain Would I Kiss My Julia's Dainty Leg, Which Is As White And Hairless As An Egg.

When The Tempter Me Pursueth With The Sins Of All My Youth, And Half Damns Me With Untruth, Sweet Spirit, Comfort Me!

Some Asked Me Where The Rubies Grew, And Nothing I Did Say; But With My Finger Pointed To The Lips Of Julia.

The First Act's Doubtful, But We Say, It Is The Last Commends The Play.