Thankfulness is the tune of angels.

He oft finds med'cine, who his griefe imparts; But double griefs afflict concealing harts, As raging flames who striveth to supresse.

Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.

Be bold, and everywhere be bold.

For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.

For whatsoever from one place doth fall, Is with the tide unto an other brought: For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.

All flesh doth frailty breed!