I Am Not Merry, But I Do

Let's Meet As Little As We Can

Misery Makes Sport To Mock Itself.

A Woman's Fitness Comes By Fits.

The Glowworm Shows The Matin To Be Near And Gins To Pale His Uneffectual Fire.

I Love A Ballad But Even Too Well If It Be Doleful Matter Merrily Set Down, Or A Very Pleasant Thing Indeed And Sung Lamentably.