On Rumor's Tongue Continual Slanders Ride.

By Heaven, I Love Thee Better Than Myself

Dead Shepherd, Now I Find Thy Saw Of Might. Whoever Lov'd That Lov'd Not At First Sight.

When Faced With A Sea Of Troubles, Take Action, And In So Doing End It.

Would The Cook Were O' My Mind!

Now The Melancholy Of God Protect Thee, And The Tailor Make Thy Doublet Of Changable Taffata, For Thy Mind Is A Very Opal. I Would Have Men Of Such Constancy Put To Sea, That Their Business Might Be Everything, And Their Intent Everywhere, For That's It, That Always Makes A Good Voyage Of Nothing.