The Fashion Of The World Is To

What Say You To A Piece Of Beef And Mustard?

Thus Have I, Wall, My Part Discharged So; And, Being Done, Thus Wall Away Doth Go.

And Flights Of Angels Sing Thee To Thy Rest!

From Women's Eyes This Doctrine I Derive: They Sparkle Still The Right Promethean Fire; They Are The Books, The Arts, The Academes, That Show, Contain And Nourish All The World.

O Lord That Lends Me Life, Lend Me A Heart Replete With Thankfulness!