Teach Not Thy Lip Such

I Am Sure, Though You Can Guess What Temperance Should Be, You Know Not What It Is.

O Coward Conscience, How Dost Thou Afflict Me!

Go To You Bosom: Knock There, And Ask Your Heart What It Doth Know.

O! That A Man Might Know The End Of This Day's Business, Ere It Come; But It Sufficeth That The Day Will End, And Then The End Is Known.

And, If You Love Me, As I Think You Do, Let's Kiss And Part, For We Have Much To Do