Give, If Thou Can, An Alms; If

Hast Thou Attempted Greatnesse? Then Go On; Back-turning Slackens Resolution.

Here A Pretty Baby Lies Sung Asleep With Lullabies: Pray Be Silent, And Not Stirre The Easie Earth That Covers Her.

Fight Thou With Shafts Of Silver, And O'ercome When No Force Else Can Get The Masterdom

When A Daffadill I See, Hanging Down His Head Towards Me, Guess I May, What I Must Be: First, I Shall Decline My Head; Secondly, I Shall Be Dead: Lastly, Safely Buryed.

Fain Would I Kiss My Julia's Dainty Leg, Which Is As White And Hairless As An Egg.