I Was Adored Once Too.

He Is White-livered And Red-faced.

What To Ourselves In Passion We Propose, The Passion Ending, Doth The Purpose Lose.

My Long Sickness Of Health And Living Now Begins To Mend, And Nothing Brings Me All Things.

I Should Think This A Gull, But That The White-bearded Fellow Speaks It; Knavery Cannot, Sure, Hide Himself In Such Reverence.

I That Please Some, Try All, Both Joy And Terror Of Good And Bad, That Makes And Unfolds Error.