No Man Means Evil But The Devil,

Make Less Thy Body Hence, And More Thy Grace. Leave Gormandizing.

Teach Me, Dear Creature, How To Think And Speak; Lay Open To My Earthy-gross Conceit, Smother'd In Errors, Feeble, Shallow, Weak, The Folded Meaning Of Your Words' Deceit.

Thou Art All The Comfort, The Gods Will Diet Me With.

So May I, Blind Fortune Leading Me, Miss That Which One Unworthier May Attain, And Die With Grieving.

With Mirth And Laughter Let Old Wrinkles Come.