And teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night.
Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.
O, full of scorpions is my mind!
Let no such man be trusted.
An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.
Ingrateful man with liquorish draughts, and morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind that from it all consideration slips.