The principal might yield a greater sum

A Spring returns, and they more youthful made; But Man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.

Such cold mean flowers the spring puts forth betime, Before the sun hath thoroughly heat the clime.

If for thy Father askt, say, thou hadst none; And for thy Mother, she alas is poor, Which caus'd her thus to send thee out of door.

What to my Saviour shall I give Who freely hath done this for me? I'll serve him here whilst I shall live And Loue him to Eternity

"Sister," quoth Flesh, "what liv'st thou on Nothing but Meditation?

Leave not thy nest, thy dam and sire, Fly back and sing amidst this choir.