The Spring Is A Lively Emblem Of

What To My Saviour Shall I Givewho Freely Hath Done This For Me?i'll Serve Him Here Whilst I Shall Liveand Loue Him To Eternity

If We Had Not Winter, The Spring Would Not Be So Pleasant; If We Did Not Sometimes Taste Of Adversity, Prosperity Would Not Be So Welcome.

To Sing Of Wars, Of Captains, And Of Kings/of Cities Founded, Common-wealths Begun/for My Mean Pen Are Too Superior Things.

Some Laborers Have Hard Hands, And Old Sinners Have Brawny Consciences.

I Am Obnoxious To Each Carping Tongue Who Says My Hand A Needle Better Fits.