Outdid The Meat, Outdid The Frolic Wine.

A Little Saint Best Fits A Little Shrine, A Little Prop Best Fits A Little Vine, As My Small Cruse Best Fits My Little Wine.

Rise And Put On Your Foliage, And Be Seen To Come Forth, Like The Springtime, Fresh And Green

But Ne'er The Rose Without The Thorn.

None Pities Him That Is In The Snare, Who Warned Before, Would Not Beware.

When Words We Want, Love Teacheth To Indite; And What We Blush To Speak, She Bids Us Write.