It Is An Active Flame That Fliesfirst

O Thou, The Drink Of Gods And Angels! Wine

A Winning Wave, (deserving Note.) In The Tempestuous Petticote, A Careless Shoe-string, In Whose Tye I See A Wilde Civility,-- Doe More Bewitch Me Than When Art Is Too Precise In Every Part.

Go To Your Banquet Then, But Use Delight So As To Rise Still With An Appetite.

Rise And Put On Your Foliage, And Be Seen To Come Forth, Like The Springtime, Fresh And Green

You Say To Me-wards Your Affection's Strong; Pray Love Me Little, So You Love Me Long.