When Death Doth Close His Tender Dying

The Heavenly-harness'd Team Begins His Golden Progress In The East.

It Warms The Very Sickness In My Heart, That I Shall Live And Tell Him To His Teeth, "thus Diddest Thou;"

Don't Waste Your Love On Somebody, Who Doesn't Value It.

Sleep Dwell Upon Thine Eyes, Peace In Thy Breast! Would I Were Sleep And Peace, So Sweet To Rest.

They That Stand High Have Many Blasts To Shake Them.