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

Know when to speak - for many times it brings danger, to give the best advice to kings.

In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.

The first act's doubtful, but we say, it is the last commends the play.

What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: the sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.

Men are suspicious; prone to discontent: Subjects still loathe the present Government.

A spark neglected makes a mighty fire.