Not To Go Back Is Somewhat To

Nor Fame I Slight, Nor For Her Favors Call; She Comes Unlooked For, If She Comes At All .

So Upright Quakers Please Both Man And God.

Hear How The Birds, On Ev'ry Blooming Spray, With Joyous Musick Wake The Dawning Day.

Envy Will Merit As Its Shade Pursue, But Like A Shadow, Proves The Substance True.

What Woeful Stuff This Madrigal Would Be, In Some Starved Hackney Sonneteer, Or Me! But Let A Lord Once Own The Happy Lines, How The Wit Brightens! How The Style Refines!