Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me; from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works, to me expung'd and raz'd, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.

Be strong, live happy and love, but first of all Him whom to love is to obey, and keep His great command!

It is Chastity, my brother. She that has that is clad in complete steel.

Such bickerings to recount, met often in these our writers, what more worth is it than to chronicle the wars of kites or crows flocking and fighting in the air?

Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.

And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.

Herbs, and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses.