Let's Live With That Small Pittance Which

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

Who With A Little Cannot Be Content, Endures An Everlasting Punishment.

A Spark Neglected Makes A Mighty Fire.

In Vain Our Labours Are, Whatsoe'er They Be, Unless God Gives The Benediction.

Tears Are The Noble Language Of Eyes, And When True Love Of Words Is Destitute. The Eye By Tears Speak, While The Tongue Is Mute.