Things are evermore sincere; / Candor here, and lustre there / Delighting.

Tears are the noble language of the eye.

Roses at first were white, Till thy co'd not agree, Whether my Sapho's breast, Or they more white sho'd be.

It takes great wit and interest and energy to be happy. The pursuit of happiness is a great activity. One must be open and alive. It is the greatest feat man has to accomplish.

Each must in virtue strive for to excel; That man lives twice that lives the first life well.

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

A spark neglected makes a mighty fire.