If It Will Feed Nothing Else, It

Methinks Sometimes I Have No More Wit Than A Christian.

You Cram These Words Into Mine Ears Against The Stomach Of My Sense.

The Presence Of A King Engenders Love Amongst His Subjects, And His Royal Friends.

Thou And I Are Too Wise To Woo Peaceably.

This Passion, And The Death Of A Dear Friend, Would Go Near To Make A Man Look Sad.