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

Gather ye rosebuds, while ye may.

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

Temptations hurt not, though they have accesse; Satan o'ercomes none but by willingnesse.

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

Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.

So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade; All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying; Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a Maying.