Thou Whoreson Zed! Thou Unnecessary Letter!

Well, Whiles I Am A Beggar, I Will Rail, And Say There Is No Sin But To Be Rich; And Being Rich, My Virtue Then Shall Be To Say There Is No Vice But Beggary

Then To Silvia Let Us Sing That Silvia Is Excelling. She Excels Each Mortal Thing Upon The Dull Earth Dwelling.

Should All Despair That Have Revolted Wives, The Tenth Of Mankind Would Hang Themselves.

Lechery, Lechery; Still, Wars And Lechery: Nothing Else Holds Fashion.

Our Jovial Star Reigned At His Birth.