If You Be King, Why Should Not

Tis Beauty That Doth Oft Make Women Proud; But, God He Knows, Thy Share Thereof Is Small.

However Wickedness Outstrips Men, It Has No Wings To Fly From God.

Well, I'll Repent, And That Suddenly, While I Am In Some Liking; I Shall Be Out Of Heart Shortly, And Then I Shall Have No Strength To Repent.

I Humbly Do Beseech Of Your Pardon, For Too Much Loving You

Words To Deeds Cold Breath Gives.