Sweets To The Sweet.

An Overflow Of Good Converts To Bad.

The Will Of Man Is By His Reason Sway'd.

I Find My Zenith Doth Depend Upon A Most Auspicious Star, Whose Influence If Now I Court Not, But Omit, My Fortunes Will Ever After Droop.

Wisely, I Say, I Am A Bachelor.

Love And Meekness, Lord, Become A Churchman Better Than Ambition: Win Straying Souls With Modesty Again, Cast None Away.