Lord, Lord, How This World Is Given

Love Reasons Without Reason.

By Innocence I Swear, And By My Youth, I Have One Heart, One Bosom, And One Truth, And That No Woman Has, Nor Never None Shall Mistress Be Of It Save I Alone.

He's Truly Valiant That Can Wisely Suffer The Worst That Man Can Breathe, And Make His Wrongs His Outsides, To Wear Them Like His Raiment, Carelessly, And Ne'er Prefer His Injuries To His Heart, To Bring It Into Danger.

To Have Seen Much And To Have Nothing Is To Have Rich Eyes And Poor Hands.

It Is The Disease Of Not Listening...... That I Am Troubled With.