Where Souls Do Couch On

Let The End Try The Man.

I Cannot, Nor I Will Not Hold Me Still; My Tongue, Though Not My Heart, Shall Have His Will.

He Capers, He Dances, He Has Eyes Of Youth, He Writes Verses, He Speaks Holiday, He Smells April And May.

When Devils Will The Blackest Sins Put On They Do Suggest At First With Heavenly Shows

To Business That We Love We Rise Betime, And Go To't With Delight.