Tis Not The Food, But The Content,

Know When To Speak - For Many Times It Brings Danger, To Give The Best Advice To Kings.

So When Or You Or I Are Made A Fable, Song, Or Fleeting Shade; All Love, All Liking, All Delight Lies Drowned With Us In Endless Night. Then While Time Serves, And We Are But Decaying; Come, My Corinna, Come, Let's Go A Maying.

Humble We Must Be, If To Heaven We Go; High Is The Roof There, But The Gate Is Low.

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

Tis Hard To Find God, But To Comprehend Him, As He Is, Is Labour Without End.