Stay A Little And News Will Find

Call Me Not An Olive, Till Thou See Me Gathered.

A Sleepy Master Makes His Servant A Lowt.

Sweet Day, So Cool, So Calm, So Bright, / The Bridal Of The Earth And Sky.

O What A Sight Were Man, If His Attires Did Alter With His Minde; And Like A Dolphins Skinne, His Clothes Combin'd With His Desires!

Though The Mastiffe Be Gentile, Yet Bite Him Not By The Lippe.