Bid Me Despair, And I'll

Oft Have I Heard Both Youths And Virgins Say, Birds Chuse Their Mates And Couple Too This Day: But By Their Flight I Never Can Devine When I Shall Couple With My Valentine.

Bid Me To Love, And I Will Give A Loving Heart To Thee.

Let's Live With That Small Pittance Which We Have; Who Covets More Is Evermore A Slave.

The Readiness Of Doing Doth Expresse No Other But The Doer's Willingnesse.

The May-pole Is Up, Now Give Me The Cup; I'll Drink To The Garlands Around It; But First Unto Those Whose Hands Did Compose The Glory Of Flowers That Crown'd It.