I Do Love Nothing In The World

Some Grief Shows Much Of Love, But Much Of Grief Shows Still Some Want Of Wit.

I Have A Kind Soul That Would Give You Thanks. And Knows Not How To Do It But With Tears.

And Oftentimes Excusing Of A Fault Doth Make The Fault The Worse By The Excuse.

Fore God, You Have Here A Goodly Dwelling And A Rich.

I Do Know When The Blood Burns, How Prodigal The Soul Lends The Tongue Vows.