Abash'd The Devil Stood, And Felt How

In Physic, Things Of Melancholic Hue And Quality Are Used Against Melancholy, Sour Against Sour, Salt To Remove Salt Humors.

And Out Of Good Still To Find Means Of Evil.

What Can 'scape The Eye Of God, All-seeing, Or Deceive His Heart. Omniscient!

Let Us Go Forth And Resolutely Dare With Sweat Of Brow To Toil Our Little Day.

Bring The Rathe Primrose That Forsaken Dies, The Tufted Crow-toe, And Pale Gessamine, The White Pink, And The Pansy Freaked With Jet, The Glowing Violet, The Musk-rose, And The Well Attir'd Woodbine, With Cowslips Wan That Hang The Pensive Head, And Every Flower That Sad Embroidery Wears: Bid Amaranthus All His Beauty Shed, And Daffadillies Fill Their Cups With Tears, To Strew The Laureate Hearse Where Lycid Lies.