Welcome, Maids Of Honor, You Doe Bring

Tears Are The Noble Language Of The Eye.

Give House-room To The Best; 'tis Never Known Verture And Pleasure Both To Dwell In One.

Each Must In Virtue Strive For To Excel; That Man Lives Twice That Lives The First Life Well.

Oft Have I Heard Both Youths And Virgins Say, Birds Chuse Their Mates And Couple Too This Day: But By Their Flight I Never Can Devine When I Shall Couple With My Valentine.

In The Hour Of My Distress, When Temptations Me Oppress, And When I My Sins Confess, Sweet Spirit, Comfort Me.