Our Praises Are Our Wages.

If [god] Send Me No Husband, For The Which Blessing I Am At Him Upon My Knees Every Morning And Evening.

Then Come Kiss Me, Sweet And Twenty.

One Sin, I Know, Another Doth Provoke. Murder's As Near To Lust As Flame To Smoke.

The Benediction Of These Covering Heavens Fall On Their Heads Like Dew, For They Are Worthy To Inlay Heaven With Stars.

The Purest Treasure Mortal Times Can Afford Is A Spotless Reputation.