I Will Speak Daggers To Her, But

There's Place And Means For Every Man Alive.

Holy, Fair, And Wise Is She; The Heaven Such Grace Did Lend Her, That She Might Admired Be.

Present Mirth Hath Present Laughter. What's To Come Is Still Unsure.

Conscience Doth Make Cowards Of Us All.

Most Friendship Is Faining, Most Loving Mere Folly: Then, Heigh-ho, The Holly. This Life Is Most Jolly.