Good Things Should Be Praised.

I Have Nothing Of Woman In Me; Now From Head To Foot I Am Marble-constant.

O, How Wretched Is That Poor Man That Hangs On Princes' Favors.

Forget, Forgive; Conclude, And Be Agreed.

You Know That I Do Fawn On Men, And Hug Them Hard, And After Scandal Them.

O Heresy In Fair, Fit For These Days, A Giving Hand, Though Foul, Shall Have Fair Praise.