But thanks to my friends for their care in my breeding,
Who taught me betimes to love working and reading."
Isaac Watts
5
HARK, HARK, THE LARK
Hearke, hearke, the Larke at Heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,
His Steeds to water at those Springs
On chaliced Flowres that lyes:
And winking Mary-buds begin