A Good Heart 'is Worth Gold.

My Father's Wit, And My Mother's Tongue, Assist Me!

Sick In The World's Regard, Wretched And Low.

O Sleep! O Gentle Sleep! Nature's Soft Nurse.

I'll Give My Jewels For A Set Of Beads, My Gorgeous Palace For A Hermitage, My Gay Apparel For An Almsman's Gown, My Figured Goblets For A Dish Of Wood, My Scepter For A Palmer's Walking Staff My Subjects For A Pair Of Carved Saints And My Large Kingdom For A Little Grave.

What Showers Arise, Blown With The Windy Tempest Of My Heart