Eternity Was In Our Lips And Eyes.

For Who So Firm That Cannot Be Seduced?

It Is Not Enough To Speak, But To Speak Truee

Being Holiday, The Beggar's Shop Is Shut.

I Am Joined With No Foot Land-rakers, No Long-staff, Sixpenny Strikers, None Of These Mad, Mustachio Purple-hued Maltworms, But With Nobility And Tranquillity.

Gives Not The Hawthorn Bush A Sweeter Shade To Shepherds, Looking On Their Silly Sheep, Than Doth A Rich Embroider'd Canopy To Kings That Fear Their Subjects Treachery?