Give us enough but with a sparing hand.
Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Others may use the ocean as their road; Only the English make it their abode.
Music so softens and disarms the mind That not an arrow does resistance find.
His love at once and dread instruct our thought; As man He suffer'd and as God He taught.
How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair!