My Soul I'll Pour Into Thee.

Whatever Comes, Let's Be Content Withal: Among God's Blessings There Is No One Small.

Her Eyes The Glowworm Lend Thee, The Shooting Stars Attend Thee; And The Elves Also, Whose Little Eyes Glow Like The Sparks Of Fire, Befriend Thee.

Seldom Comes Glory Till A Man Be Dead.

Hast Thou Attempted Greatnesse? Then Go On; Back-turning Slackens Resolution.

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.