In vain our labours are whatsoe’er they be unless God gives the Benediction.
In vain our labours are whatsoe’er they be unless God gives the Benediction.
Whenas in silks my Julia goes Then then methinks how sweetly flows The liquefaction of her clothes!
Give if thou can an alms if not a sweet and gentle word.
You say to me-ward’s your affection’s strong Pray love me little so you love me long.
In prayer the lips ne’er act the winning part without the sweet concurrence of the heart.
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may Old Time is still aflying And this same flower that smiles today Tomorrow will be dying.
If a little labour little are our gains. Man’s fortunes are according to his pains.
The person lives twice who lives the first life well.
Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.
What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.