The Labor We Delight In Physics [cures]

God Mark Thee To His Grace! Thou Was The Prettiest Babe That E'er I Nursed. And Might I Live To See Thee Married Once, I Have My Wish.

Juliet Is The East And I Am The Sun.

Though Music Oft Hath Such A Charm To Make Bad Good, And Good Provoke To Harm.

It Is The Purpose That Makes Strong The Vow; But Vows To Every Purpose Must Not Hold.

Set Honour In One Eye And Death I' The Other, And I Will Look On Both Indifferently.