I Am Never Merry When I Hear

He Is The Most Wretched Of Men Who Has Never Felt Adversity.

No Reckoning Made, But Sent To My Account With All My Imperfections On My Head.

The Amity That Wisdom Knits Not, Folly May Easily Untie.

When Rich Villains Have Need Of Poor Ones, Poor Ones May Make What Price They Will

Where Art Thou, Muse, That Thou Forget'st So Long / To Speak Of That Which Gives Thee All Thy Might?