No, Not Jove Himselfe, At One Time,

Love Is Maintain'd By Wealth: When All Is Spent, Adversity Then Breeds The Discontent.

For Pitty, Sir, Find Out That Bee Which Bore My Love Away I'le Seek Him In Your Bonnet Brave, I'le Seek Him In Your Eyes.

But Here's The Sunset Of A Tedious Day, These Two Asleep Are; I'll But Be Undrest, And So To Bed. Pray Wish Us All Good Rest.

Humble We Must Be, If To Heaven We Go; High Is The Roof There, But The Gate Is Low.

Next, When I Cast Mine Eyes And See That Brave Vibration Each Way Free, O How That Glittering Taketh Me!