I Am Wrapped In Dismal Thinking.

You Kiss By Th' Book.

I Have Trod A Measure, I Have Flattered A Lady, I Have Been Politic With My Friend, Smooth With Mine Enemy.

But Thy Eternal Summer Shall Not Fade.

Up And Down, Up And Down I Will Lead Them Up And Down I Am Feared In Field In Town Goblin, Lead Them Up And Down

What Is Aught But As 'tis Valued?