In Sober Mornings Do Not Thou Rehearse

No, Not Jove Himselfe, At One Time, Can Be Wise And Love.

Each Must In Virtue Strive For To Excel; That Man Lives Twice That Lives The First Life Well.

If Little Labour, Little Are Our Gains: Man's Fortunes Are According To His Pains.

Bid Me To Live, And I Will Live Thy Protestant To Be: Or Bid Me Love, And I Will Give A Loving Heart To Thee, A Heart As Soft, A Heart As Kind, A Heart As Sound And Free As In The Whole World Thou Canst Find, That Heart I'll Give To Thee.

Learn This Of Me, Where'er Thy Lot Doth Fall, Short Lot, Or Not, To Be Content With All.