His Heart As Far From Fraud As

My Love Is Thaw'd; Which, Like A Waxen Image 'gainst A Fire, Bears No Impression Of The Thing It Was

I Have Trod A Measure, I Have Flattered A Lady, I Have Been Politic With My Friend, Smooth With Mine Enemy.

Being Holiday, The Beggar's Shop Is Shut.

Cease Thy Counsel, For Thy Words Fall Into My Ears As Priceless As Water Into A Seive.

... And Death Unloads Thee.