Loathsome Canker Lives In Sweetest Bud.

Fortune Reigns In Gifts Of The World.

I Can No Other Answer Make, But, Thanks, And Thanks.

And He Goes Through Life, His Mouth Open, And His Mind Closed.

These Times Of Woe Afford No Time To Woo.

To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old, For As You Were When First Your Eye I Ey'd, Such Seems Your Beauty Still.