For This Relief Much Thanks. 'tis Bitter

What's The News? None, My Lord, But That The World's Grown Honest, Then Is Doomsday Near.

I Swear Again, I Would Not Be A Queen For All The World.

He Is Winding The Watch Of His Wit; By And By It Will Strike.

You Great Benefactors, Sprinkle Our Society With Thankfulness. For Your Own Gifts, Make Yourselves Praised.

No Villainous Bounty Yet Hath Passed My Heart; Unwisely, Not Ignobly, Have I Given.