If Thou Engrossest All The Griefs Are

Send Danger From The East Unto The West, So Honor Cross It From The North To South.

My Endeavors Have Ever Come Too Short Of My Desires. Yet Filed With My Abilities.

And To Be Merry Best Becomes You; For, Out Of Question, You Were Born In A Merry Hour. Beatrice No, Sure, My Lord, My Mother Cried; But Then There Was A Star Danced, And Under That Was I Born.

If Thou Couldst, Doctor, Cast The Water Of My Land, Find Her Disease, And Purge It To A Sound And Pristine Health, I Would Applaud Thee To The Very Echo, That Should Applaud You Again.

Rude Am I In My Speech, And Little Blessed With The Soft Phrase Of Peace.