Friendly Counsel Cuts Off Many Foes.

What Should A Man Do But Be Merry? For Look You How Cheerfully My Mother Looks, And My Father Died Within's Two Hours.

Against Love's Fire Fear`s Frost Hath Dissolution

By Being Seldom Seen, I Could Not Stir But Like A Comet I Was Wondered At.

Love Is My Sin, And Thy Dear Virtue Hate, Hate Of My Sin, Grounded On Sinful Loving.

I Will Instruct My Sorrows To Be Proud; For Grief Is Proud, And Makes His Owner Stoop.