I Hope To See London Once Ere

Care Is No Cure, But Rather Corrosive, For Things That Are Not To Be Remedied.

Friendship Is Constant In All Other Things, Save In The Office And Affairs Of Love.

Suit The Action To The Word, The Word To The Action.

It Was A Lover And His Lass, With A Hey, And A Ho, And A Hey Nonino, That O'er The Green Corn-field Did Pass, In The Spring Time, The Only Pretty Ring Time, When Birds Do Sing, Hey Ding A Ding, Ding; Sweet Lovers Love The Spring.

I Do Oppose My Patience To His Fury, And Am Arm'd To Suffer, With A Quietness Of Spirit, The Very Tyranny And Rage Of His.