Blessings Of Your Heart, You Brew Good

Heaven Is Above All Yet; There Sits A Judge, That No King Can Corrupt.

Foolery, Sir, Does Walk About The Orb Like The Sun; It Shines Everywhere.

Winter, Which, Being Full Of Care, Makes Summer's Welcome Thrice More Wish'd, More Rare.

It Is The Mind That Makes The Body Rich; And As The Sun Breaks Through The Darkest Clouds, So Honor Peereth In The Meanest Habit.

If Is A Custom, More Honor'd In The Breach Than The Observance.