English

With open shells in seas, on heavenly dew
A shining oyster lusciously doth feed,
And then the birth of that aethereall seed
Shews, when conceiv'd, if skies looke dark or blew:
So do my thoughts, caelestiall twins, of you,
At whose aspect they first begin and breed,
When they came forth to light, demonstrate true,
If ye then smil'd, or lowr'd in mourning weed.
Pearles then are orient fram'd, and faire in forme,
If heavens in their conceptions do look cleare;
But if they thunder, or do threat a storme,

1.

There was a wee cooper who lived in Fife,
 Nickity, nackity, noo, noo, noo
And he has gotten a gentle wife,
 Hey Willie Wallacky, how John Dougall,
 Alane, quo Rushety, roue, roue, roue

2.

She wadna bake, nor she wadna brew,
For the spoiling o her comely hue.

3.

She wadna card, nor she wadna spin,
For the shaming o her gentle kin.

4.

She wadna wash, nor she wadna wring,
For the spoiling o her gouden ring.

Doubt no longer miracles,
This spring day makes it plain
A man may crumble into dust
And straightway live again

A jug of water in the sun
Will easy turn to wine
If love is stopping at the well
And love's brown arms entwine.

And you who think him only man,
I tell you faithfully
That I have seen Christ clothed in rain
Walking on the sea.

A doubt crept into a heart one day;
The brave heart said: ‘'Twill be gone tomorrow;’
Ah, little it knew!
For it steadily grew,
Till it covered that heart with a pall of sorrow;
And there came at length, a darksome day,
When the hope of life seemed gone for aye.

A ray of light, in a darkened heart;
Yes, only a ray, but it grew more bright,
And it steadily spread,
Through darkness and dread,
Till it flooded that heart with a glorious light;
And a soul gave thanks to its God, above;

Dost thou deem that thyself
Art as white from sin
As a platter of delf, —
Outside and in?
When thine eyes behold
Christ's kind face lean
From His throne of gold
To test what is told
Of the life that hath been,
Like a leper of old,
Thou wilt cry, " Unclean!
Unclean! Unclean!"

And thinkest thou this —
That thou judgest aright
Thy heart as it is
In God's and man's sight?
Fool, take up thy light,
And descend the stair steep
To thy heart's dungeons deep,

Dost deem him weak that owns his strength is tried?
Nay, we may safely lean on him that grieves:
The pine has immemorially sighed,
The enduring poplar's are the trembling leaves.

To feel, and bow the head, is not to fear;
To cheat with jest — that is the coward's art:
Beware the laugh that battles back the tear;
He 's false to all that 's traitor to his heart.

He of great deeds does grope amid the throng
Like him whose steps toward Dagon's temple bore;
There 's ever something sad about the strong —

The Dormouse felt so sleepy
Nid-nodding went his head,
He said " Good night " to everyone,
And cuddled up in bed.

Down fell the icy raindrops,
The cold wind whistled round;
The Dormouse in his snuggly bed,
Lay sleeping safe and sound.

There he was found one morning
By Jeremy and Jane;
They whispered low, then on tip-toe,
They crept away again.

They filled a bag with acorns,
And hid it in the brakes,
So that the little Dormouse,
May find it when he wakes.

D ORIS , a Nymph of riper Age,
Has every Grace and Art;
A wise Observer to engage,
Or wound a heedless Heart.
Of Native Blush, and Rosy Dye,
Time has her Cheek bereft;
Which makes the prudent Nymph supply,
With Paint, th' injurious Theft.
Her sparkling Eyes she still retains,
And Teeth in good Repair;
And her well-furnish'd Front disdains
To grace with borrow'd Hair.

Dorinda's sparkling wit and eyes,
United, cast so fierce a light,
Which blazes high, but quickly dies,
Warms not the heart but hurts the sight.

Love is a calm and tender joy,
Kind are his looks and soft his pace,
Her Cupid is a blackguard boy
That runs his link into your face.

Proud with the spoils of royal cully,
With false pretense to wit and parts,
She swaggers like a battered bully
To try the courage of men's hearts.

Though she's set out as charming fine

" The door is shut fast
And everyone's out. "
But people don't know
What they're talking about!
Say the fly on the wall,
And the flame on the coals,
And the dog on his rug,
And the mice in their holes,
And the kitten curled up,
And the spiders that spin —
" What, everyone out?
Why, everyone's in! "