He That Keeps Not Crust Nor Crum

Time Is The Old Justice That Examines All Such Offenders, And Let Time Try.

God Defend The Right.

My Love Is As A Fever, Longing Still.

When I Have Plucked The Rose, I Cannot Give It Vital Growth Again, It Needs Must Wither. I'll Smell It On The Tree.

What Infinite Heart's-ease Must Kings Neglect That Private Men Enjoy! And What Have Kings That Privates Have Not Too, Save Ceremony, Save General Ceremony?