Better Three Hours Too Soon, Than One

I See, Sir, You Are Liberal In Offers. You Taught Me First To Beg, And Now Methinks You Teach Me How A Beggar Should Be Answered.

Young Men's Love Then Lies Not Truly In Their Hearts, But In Their Eyes.

When Griping Grief The Heart Doth Wound, And Doleful Dumps The Mind Opresses, Then Music, With Her Silver Sound, With Speedy Help Doth Lend Redress.

If I Must Die, I Will Encounter Darkness As A Bride, And Hug It In Mine Arms.

Though Patience Be A Tired Mare, Yet She Will Plod.