Self-love Is The Most Inhibited Sin In

Shall I Not Take Mine Ease In Mine Inn But I Shall Have My Pocket Picked?

I Love A Ballad But Even Too Well If It Be Doleful Matter Merrily Set Down, Or A Very Pleasant Thing Indeed And Sung Lamentably.

Let Never Day Nor Night Unhallowed Pass, But Still Remember What The Lord Hath Done.

Why, All Delights Are Vain; But That Most Vain, Which, With Pain Purchas'd, Doth Inherit Pain.

A Turn Or Two I'll Walk To Still My Beating Mind.