In Prayer The Lips Ne'er

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

Tears Are The Noble Language Of Eyes, And When True Love Of Words Is Destitute. The Eye By Tears Speak, While The Tongue Is Mute.

Temptations Hurt Not, Though They Have Accesse; Satan O'ercomes None But By Willingnesse.

Then Be Not Coy, But Use Your Time; And While Ye May, Go Marry: For Having Lost But Once Your Prime, You May For Ever Tarry.

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