For 'tis The Sport To Have The

Sweets To The Sweet.

To Be Honest, As This World Goes, Is To Be One Man Picked Out Of Ten Thousand.

Virtue And Genuine Graces In Themselves Speak What No Words Can Utter.

To You Your Father Should Be As A God; One That Composed Your Beauties, Yea, And One To Whom You Are But As A Form In Wax, By Him Imprinted, And Within His Power To Leave The Figure Or Disfigure It.

For Man Is A Giddy Thing, And This Is My Conclusion.