Sick In The World's Regard, Wretched And

For A Quart Of Ale Is A Dish For A King.

She Shall Scant Show Well That Now Shows Best.

I See That The Fashion Wears Out More Apparel Than The Man.

The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His Own Deliciousness.

I Shall Show The Cinders Of My Spirits Through The Ashes Of My Chance.