Each must in virtue strive for to excel That man lives twice that lives the first life well

Bid me to live, and I will live Thy Protestant to be Or bid me love, and I will give A loving heart to thee. A heart as soft, a heart as kind, A heart as sound and free As in the whole world thou canst find, That heart I'll give to thee. Bid that heart stay, and it will stay To honour thy decree Or bid it languish quite away, And't shall do so for thee. Bid me to weep, and I will weep, While I have eyes to see And having none, yet I will keep A heart to weep for thee. Bid me despair, and I'll despair, Under that cypress tree Or bid me die, and I will dare E'en death, to die for thee. --Thou art my life, my love, my heart, The very eyes of me And hast command of every part, To live and die for thee

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, old Time is still a flying. And this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying

He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke, Submits his neck into a second yoke

It takes great wit and interest and energy to be happy. The pursuit of happiness is a great activity. One must be open and alive. It is the greatest feat man has to accomplish

I'll write, because I'll give - You critics means to live; For should I not supply - The cause, the effect would die

The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam

You say to me - wards your affection's strong Pray love me little, so you love me long