Fight Thou With Shafts Of Silver, And

Thou Art My Life, My Love, My Heart, The Very Eyes Of Me: And Hast Command Of Every Part To Live And Die For Thee.

Each Must In Virtue Strive For To Excel; That Man Lives Twice That Lives The First Life Well.

Welcome, Maids Of Honor, You Doe Bring In The Spring, And Wait Upon Her.

Who After His Transgression Doth Repent, Is Halfe, Or Altogether, Innocent.

In Sober Mornings Do Not Thou Rehearse The Holy Incantation Of A Verse