Now, By The World, It Is A

But Fish Not With This Melancholy Bait For This Fool Gudgeon, This Opinion.

Do Not Cast Away An Honest Man For A Villain's Accusation.

Merrily, Merrily Shall I Live Now, Under The Blossom That Hangs On The Bough.

Gently To Hear, Kindly To Judge.

The Crown O' The Earth Doth Melt. My Lord! O, Wither'd Is The Garland Of The War, The Soldier's Pole Is Fall'n: Young Boys And Girls Are Level Now With Men; The Odds Is Gone, And There Is Nothing Left Remarkable Beneath The Visiting Moon.