But Here's The Sunset Of

A Little Saint Best Fits A Little Shrine, A Little Prop Best Fits A Little Vine, As My Small Cruse Best Fits My Little Wine.

The First Act's Doubtful, But We Say, It Is The Last Commends The Play.

Cherry-ripe, Ripe, Ripe, I Cry, Full And Fair Ones; Come And Buy. If So Be You Ask Me Where They Do Grow, I Answer: There, Where My Julia's Lips Do Smile; There's The Land, Or Cherry-isle, Whose Plantations Fully Show All The Year Where Cherries Grow.

Give, If Thou Can, An Alms; If Not, A Sweet And Gentle Word.

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