I Have No Way And Therefore Want

... The Spring, The Summer, The Chilling Autumn, Angry Winter, Change Their Wonted Liveries; And The Mazed World By Their Increase, Now Knows Not Which Is Which.

An Arrant Traitor As Any Is In The Universal World, Or In France, Or In England.

Present Mirth Hath Present Laughter. What's To Come Is Still Unsure.

One Whom The Music Of His Own Vain Tongue Doth Ravish Like Enchanting Harmony.

Why, What Should Be The Fear? I Do Not Set My Life At A Pin's Fee.