Love Is Too Young To Know What

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

Courage And Comfort, All Shall Yet Go Well

Things Bad Begun Make Strong Themselves By Ill.

I Will Keep Where There Is Wit Stirring, And Leave The Faction Of Fools.

So Many Hours Must I Take My Rest; So Many Hours Must I Contemplate.