Are There No Stones In Heaven But

The Loyalty, Well Held To Fools, Does Make Our Faith Mere Folly.

Our Content Is Our Best Having.

Thou Shalt Be Free As Mountain Winds: But Then Exactly Do All Points Of My Command.

It Warms The Very Sickness In My Heart, That I Shall Live And Tell Him To His Teeth, "thus Diddest Thou;"

Come Now, What Masques, What Dances Shall We Have To Wear Away This Long Age Of Three Hours Between Our After-supper And Bedtime?