Glory Grows Guilty Of Detested

And Teach Me How To Name The Bigger Light, And How The Less, That Burn By Day And Night.

For My Own Part, I Shall Be Glad To Learn Of Noble Men.

Then With The Losers Let It Sympathize, For Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those That Win.

To Bed, To Bed; Sleep Kill Those Pretty Eyes, And Give As Soft Attachment To Thy Senses, As Infants Empty Of All Thought.

Those That Do Teach Young Babes Do It With Gentle Means And Easy Tasks.