Here a little child I stand, Heaving up my either hand; Cold as paddocks though they be, Here I lift them up to Thee, for a benison to fall on our meat, and on us all. Amen.

The person lives twice who lives the first life well

Here a little child I stand, Heaving up my either hand; Cold as paddocks though they be, Here I lift them up to Thee, for a benison to fall on our meat, and on us all. Amen.

Here a pretty Baby lies Sung asleep with Lullabies: Pray be silent, and not stirre The easie earth that covers her.

I do love I know not what; Sometimes this, and sometimes that.

Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, Which is as white and hairless as an egg.

Like will to like, each creature loves his kind.