Men are suspicious; prone to discontent: Subjects still loathe the present Government.
Things are evermore sincere; / Candor here, and lustre there / Delighting.
Here a pretty Baby lies Sung asleep with Lullabies: Pray be silent, and not stirre The easie earth that covers her.
Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, Which is as white and hairless as an egg.
Those Saints, which God loves best, The Devil tempts not least.
Love is a circle that doth restless move in the same sweet eternity of love.