Give Thanks For What You Are Today

I Should Think This A Gull, But That The White-bearded Fellow Speaks It; Knavery Cannot, Sure, Hide Himself In Such Reverence.

Thine Eyes I Love, And They As Pitying Me, Knowing Thy Heart Torment Me With Disdain, Have Put On Black, And Loving Mourners Be, Looking With Pretty Ruth Upon My Pain.

I Have Touched The Highest Point Of All My Greatness.

I Have Bought Golden Opinions From All Sorts Of People.

On Pain Of Death, No Person Be So Bold.