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

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a flying: And this same flower that smiles to day, Tomorrow will be dying.

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

Buying, possessing, accumulating--this is not worldliness. But doing this in the love of it, with no love of God paramount--doing it so that thoughts of eternity and God are an intrusion--doing it so that one's spirit is secularized in the process; this is worldliness.

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

Seldom comes Glory till a man be dead.

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