A Good Wit Will Make Use Of

Give Me My Robe, Put On My Crown; I Have Immortal Longings In Me.

Now All The Youth Of England Are On Fire, And Silken Dalliance In The Wardrobe Lies; Now Thrive The Armorers, And Honor's Thought Reigns Solely In The Breast Of Every Man.

Captain Of Our Fairy Band, Helena Is Here At Hand, And The Youth, Mistook By Me, Pleading For A Lover's Fee. Shall We Their Fond Pageant See? Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be!

Good Wine Is A Good Familiar Creature If It Be Well Used.

The Love That Follows Us Sometime Is Our Trouble, Which Still We Thank As Love.