I'll Speak In A Monstrous Little Voice.

Well, Whiles I Am A Beggar, I Will Rail, And Say There Is No Sin But To Be Rich; And Being Rich, My Virtue Then Shall Be To Say There Is No Vice But Beggary

Fire That's Closest Kept Burns Most Of All.

So Doth The Greater Glory Dim The Less: A Substitute Shines Brightly As A King Until A King Be By.

There Is An Old Poor Man,. . . . Oppress'd With Two Weak Evils, Age And Hunger.

I Will Not Be Sworn But Love May Transform Me To An Oyster