Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare, To digg the dust encloased heare! Blest be the man that spares thes stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings.
Faster than spring-time showers comes thought on thought.
Were all the letters sun, I could not see one.
Obey thy parents, keep thy word justly; swear not; commit not with man's sworn spouse; set not thy sweet heart on proud array. * * * Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy pen from lenders' books.