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Hast Thou Attempted Greatnesse? Then Go On; Back-turning Slackens Resolution.

Here A Pretty Baby Lies Sung Asleep With Lullabies: Pray Be Silent, And Not Stirre The Easie Earth That Covers Her.

Fair Daffodils, We Weep To See You Haste Away So Soon: As Yet The Early-rising Sun Has Not Attained His Noon.

A Sweet Disorder In The Dress Kindles In Clothes A Wantonness A Lawn About The Shoulders Thrown Into A Fine Distraction.

Give House-room To The Best; 'tis Never Known Verture And Pleasure Both To Dwell In One.