My Age Is As A Lusty Winter,

So Foul And Fair A Day I Have Not Seen.

It Is The Purpose That Makes Strong The Vow; But Vows To Every Purpose Must Not Hold.

A Merry Heart Goes All The Way, - A Sad One Tires Inan Hour.

Verily, I Swear, It Is Better To Be Lowly Born, And Range With Humble Livers In Content, Than To Be Perked Up In A Glistering Grief, And Wear A Golden Sorrow.

If We Shadows Have Offended, Think But This, And All Is Mended, That You Have But Slumber'd Here While These Visions Did Appear.