Justice Always Whirls In Equal Measure.

But Till All Graces Be In One Woman, One Woman Shall Not Come In My Grace. Rich She Shall Be, That's Certain; Wise, Or I'll None; Virtuous, Or I'll Never Cheapen Her; Fair, Or I'll Never Look On Her; Mild, Or Come Not Near Me; Noble, Or Not I For An Angel; Of Good Discourse, And Excellent Musician And Her Hair Shall Be Of What Colour It Shall Please God.

The More Pity, That Fools May Not Speak Wisely What Wise Men Do Foolishly.

And All My Mother Came Into Mine Eyes And Gave Me Up To Tears.

Good Old Grandsire ... We Shall Be Joyful Of Thy Company.

This Night I Hold An Old Accustomed Feast, Whereto I Have Invited Many A Guest, Such As I Love; And You Among The Store, One More, Most Welcome, Makes My Number More.