Every Good Servant Does Not All Commands.

How Soar Sweet Music Is, When Time Is Broke, And No Proportion Kept!

I'll Be At Charges For A Looking-glass And Entertain A Score Or Two Of Tailors To Study Fashions To Adorn My Body: Since I Am Crept In Favor With Myself, I Will Maintain It With Some Little Cost.

A Great While Ago The World Begun, With Hey, Ho, The Wind And The Rain; But That's All One, Our Play Is Done, And We'll Strive To Please You Every Day.

Ay, Much Is The Force Of Heaven-bred Poesy.

Send Danger From The East Unto The West, So Honor Cross It From The North To South.