Reason can discover

Even such is man, whose glory lends His life a blaze or two, and ends.

He that loves thee, He that keeps And guards thee, never slumbers, never sleeps.

The way to bliss lies not on beds of down, And he that has no cross deserves no crown.

Shine Son of glory, and my sinnes are gone Like twinkling Starres before the rising Sunne.

No man is born unto himself alone; Who lives unto himself, he lives to none.

My soul, sit thou a patient looker-on; Judge not the play before the play is done: Her plot hath many changes; every day Speaks a new scene; the last act crowns the play.