God Defend Me From That Welsh Fairy,

I Am In Blood Stepp'd In So Far, That, Should I Wade No More, Returning Were As Tedious As Go O'er.

The Even Mead, That Erst Brought Sweetly Forth The Freckled Cowslip, Burnet, And Green Clover, Wanting The Scythe, All Uncorrected, Rank, Conceives By Idleness, And Nothing Teems But Hateful Docks, Rough Thistles, Kecksies, Burrs, Losing Both Beauty And Utility.

O Fortune, Fortune! All Men Call Thee Fickle.

Appetite, A Universal Wolf.

When The Sea Was Calm All Ships Alike Showed Mastership In Floating.