What's To Come Is Still Unsure: In

Being Holiday, The Beggar's Shop Is Shut.

Since Mine Own Doors Refuse To Entertain Me, I'll Knock Elsewhere, To See If They'll Disdain Me

Two Lovely Berries Moulded On One Stem; So, With Two Seeming Bodies, But One Heart.

Abate The Edge Of Traitors, Gracious Lord, That Would Reduce These Bloody Days Again And Make Poor England Weep In Streams Of Blood! Let Them Not Live To Taste This Land's Increase That Would With Treason Wound This Fair Land's Peace! Now Civil Wounds Are Stopped, Peace Lives Again: That She May Long Live Here, God Say Amen!

To Hold, As 't Were, The Mirror Up To Nature.