As the war-trumpet drowns the rustic flute,
So when your lyre is heard all strings are mute:
Not vain the labor of those clustering bees
Who on your infant lips spread honey-dew;
Witness great Pan who hymned your melodies,
Pindar, forgetful of his pipes for you!

AS. SOONE. AS. WEE. TO. BEE. BEGVNNE:
WE. DID. BEGINNE. TO. BE. VNDONE.

As shews the Aire, when with a Rain-bow grac'd;
So smiles that Riband 'bout my Julia's waste:
Or like — — Nay 'tis that Zonulet of love,
Wherein all pleasures of the world are wove.

As round as an apple,
As deep as a cup,
And all the king's horses
Cannot pull it up.

As life runs on, the road grows strange
With faces new, and near the end
The milestones into headstones change,
'Neath every one a friend.

As Lamps burn silent, with unconscious light,
So modest ease , in beauty, shines most bright:
Unaiming charms, with edge resistless, fall,
And she, who means no mischief, does it all.

As I went owre the Hill o' Hoos,
I met a bonny flock o' doos.
They were a' nick nackit,
They were a' brown backit,
Sic a bonny flock o' doos,
Commin' owre the Hill o' Hoos.
Swarm of Bees

As I went out, so I came in,
And out of the dead I saw the living spring;
Seven there were and six there be,
Tell me the riddle and then hang me.
A tit and its young from a nest between the jawbones of a gibbeted murderer

The rhythmic beating of his tail,
As though two hearts took turn about,
One thump inside, and then one out, —
Like all things earthly, it must fail.
Pacific gesture, made to span
The gap 'twixt animal and man,
Death stopt it. One last waggle; so
Went Kelso where the good dogs go.

As I was walking in a field of wheat,
I picked up something good to eat;
Neither fish, flesh, fowl, nor bone,
I kept it till it ran alone.