Fair Daffodils, We Weep To See You

Outdid The Meat, Outdid The Frolic Wine.

Give House-room To The Best; 'tis Never Known Verture And Pleasure Both To Dwell In One.

Seldom Comes Glory Till A Man Be Dead.

Cherry-ripe, Ripe, Ripe, I Cry, Full And Fair Ones; Come And Buy. If So Be You Ask Me Where They Do Grow, I Answer: There, Where My Julia's Lips Do Smile; There's The Land, Or Cherry-isle, Whose Plantations Fully Show All The Year Where Cherries Grow.

The Readiness Of Doing Doth Expresse No Other But The Doer's Willingnesse.