Sweet Are The Uses Of Adversity

For Now They Kill Me With A Living Death.

A Sympathy In Choice.

Now, My Masters, Happy Man Be His Dole, Say I; Every Man To His Business.

Let Him Smell His Way To Dover!

It Is Not Night When I Do See Your Face, Therefore I Think I Am Not In The Night; Nor Doth This Wood Lack Worlds Of Company, For You In My Respect Are All The World: Then How Can It Be Said I Am Alone, When All The World Is Here To Look On Me?