Virtue.

Sweet day, so cool, so cairn, so bright,
The bridall of the earth and skies.

Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
Like seasoned timber, never gives.

SIR JOHN SUCKLING.

1608-1644.

On a Wedding.

Her feet beneath her petticoat,
Like little mice, stole in and out,
As if they feared the light;
But oh! she dances such a way!
No sun upon an Easter-day
Is half so fine a sight.