Death Rock Me Asleep.

I Love A Ballad In Print O' Life, For Then We Are Sure They Are True.

Besides, They Are Our Outward Consciences, And Preachers To Us All, Admonishing That We Should Drew Us Fairly For Our End.

Some Rise By Sin, And Some By Virtue Fall.

The Weakest Goes To The Wall.

O, That Our Fathers Would Applause Our Loves, To Seal Our Happiness With Hteir Consents!