Gently To Hear, Kindly To Judge.

To Stand Against The Deep Dread-bolted Thunder, In The Most Terrible And Nimble Stroke Of Quick, Cross Lightning.

Tax Not So Bad A Voice To Slander Music Any More Than Once.

Love Is A Smoke Made With The Fume Of Sighs.

Here Will Be An Old Abusing Of God's Patience And The King's English.

I Pray You, Do Not Fall In Love With Me, For I Am Falser Than Vows Made In Wine.