The Time Of Life Is Short; To

Would I Were Dead, If God's Good Will Were So, For What Is In This World But Grief And Woe?

There's Many A Man Hath More Hair Than Wit.

Love's Mind Of Judgment Rarely Hath A Taste: Wings And No Eyes Figure Unheedy Haste.

Comfort's In Heaven, And We Are On The Earth

O, Reason Not The Need!