Blessings Of Your Heart, You Brew Good

A Great Cause Of The Night Is Lack Of The Sun.

Truth Hath A Quiet Breast.

Lady, You Know No Rules Of Charity, Which Renders Good For Bad, Blessings For Curses.

Constant You Are, But Yet A Woman; And For Secrecy, No Lady Closer; For I Well Believe Thou Wilt Not Utter What Thou Dost Not Know.

A Kind Of Excellent Dumb Discourse.