And She's Fair I Love.

Earth-treading Stars That Make Dark Heaven Light

True Hope Is Swift, And Flies With Swallow's Wings.

Give Me My Sin Again.

For A Quart Of Ale Is A Dish For A King.

He Reads Much; He Is A Great Observer And He Looks Quite Through The Deeds Of Men: He Loves No Plays, As Thou Dost, Antony; He Hears No Music; Seldom He Smiles, And Smiles In Such A Sort As If He Mock'd Himself And Scorn'd His Spirit That Could Be Moved To Smile At Any Thing. Such Men As He Be Never At Heart's Ease Whiles They Behold A Greater Than Themselves, And Therefore Are They Very Dangerous.