Lord, Lord, How This World Is Given

To Show Our Simple Skill, That Is The True Beginning Of Our End.

The King's Name Is A Tower Of Strength.

You Saw Her Fair, None Else Being By, Herself Pois'd With Herself In Either Eye; But In That Crystal Scales Let There Be Weigh'd Your Lady's Love Against Some Other Maid That I Will Show You Shining At This Feast, And She Shall Scant Show Well That Now Seems Best.

Lord, Lord, How Subject We Old Men Are To This Vice Of Lying!

I Shall Laugh Myself To Death At This Puppy-headed Monster!