You Are Strangely Troublesome.

Misery Acquaints A Man With Strange Bedfellows.

To Saucy Doubts And Fears.

Hot Lavender, Mints, Savory, Marjoram; The Marigold, That Goes To Bed Wi' The Sun, And With Him Rise Weeping.

Tis Beauty Truly Blent, Whose Red And White Nature's Own Sweet And Cunning Hand Laid On.

Swift As Shadow, Short As Any Dream