In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.

Some will say, Is not God alone the Prolific? I answer, God only Acts & Is, in existing beings or Men.

And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love.

Abstinence sows sand all over The ruddy limbs and flaming hair, But desire gratified Plants fruits of life and beauty there.

Embraces are comminglings from the head even to the feet, And not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place.

He loves to sit and hear me sing, Then, laughing, sports and plays with me; Then stretches out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty.

Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the Last Judgement draweth nigh.