I'll Look To Like; If Looking, Liking

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

And Some That Smile Have In Their Hearts, I Fear, Millions Of Mischiefs.

These Blessed Candles Of The Night.

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

Sweet Recreation Barred, What Doth Ensue But Moody And Dull Melancholy, Kinsman To Grim And Comfortless Despair.