Hope thou not much, and fear thou not at all.
A baby's feet, like sea-shells pink Might tempt, should heaven see meet, An angel's lips to kiss, we think, A baby's feet.
Time stoops to no man's lure.
His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep.
Is not Precedent indeed a King of men? A Word from the Psalmist.
Sleep; and if life was bitter to thee, pardon, If sweet, give thanks; thou hast no more to live; And to give thanks is good, and to forgive.