The First Act's Doubtful, But We Say,

When One Is Past, Another Care We Have; Thus Woe Succeeds A Woe, As Wave A Wave.

Tis Hard To Find God, But To Comprehend Him, As He Is, Is Labour Without End.

None Pities Him That Is In The Snare, Who Warned Before, Would Not Beware.

When Words We Want, Love Teacheth To Indite; And What We Blush To Speak, She Bids Us Write.

Wealth Cannot Make A Life, But Love.