Blessings Of Your Heart, You Brew Good

Be Just, And Fear Not.

Where Every Something, Being Blent Together Turns To A Wild Of Nothing.

Use Every Man After His Desert, And Who Should Scape Whipping?

Out Of Her Favour, Where I Am In Love.

Words, Vows, Gifts, Tears, And Love's Full Sacrifice, He Offers In Another's Enterprise; But More In Troilus Thousand-fold I See Than In The Glass Of Pandar's Praise May Be, Yet Hold I Off.