An Old Black Ram Is Tupping Your

Look, How This Ring Encompasseth Thy Finger, Even So Thy Breast Encloseth My Poor Heart; Wear Both Of Them, For Both Of Them Are Thine.

Make Passionate My Sense Of Hearing.

Our Praises Are Our Wages.

Right Joyous Are We To Behold Your Face, Most Worthy Brother England; Fairly Met!

'tis Better To Bear The Ills We Have Than Fly To Others That We Know Not Of.