Thy Tongue Makes Welsh As Sweet As

Exit, Pursued By A Bear.

I Am As True As Truth's Simplicity, And Simpler Than The Infancy Of Truth.

O, How I Faint When I Of You Do Write, Knowing A Better Spirit Doth Use Your Name, And In The Praise Thereof Spends All His Might To Make Me Tongue-tied Speaking Of Your Fame.

Use Almost Can Change The Stamp Of Nature.

So All My Best Is Dressing Old Words New.