This Is No Time To Lend Money,

A Man May Fish With The Worm That Hath Eat Of A King, And Eat Of The Fish That Hath Fed Of That Worm

For Though The Camomile, The More It Is Trodden On The Faster It Grows, Yet Youth, The More It Is Wasted, The Sooner It Wears.

If They Love They Know Not Why, They Hate Upon No Better Ground, They Hate Upon No Better A Ground

Constant You Are, But Yet A Woman; And For Secrecy, No Lady Closer; For I Well Believe Thou Wilt Not Utter What Thou Dost Not Know.

O, Call Back Yesterday, Bid Time Return