Music, I Say, The Most Divine Striker

My True-love Hath My Heart, And I Have His, By Just Exchange, One For The Other Given; I Hold His Dear, And Mine He Cannot Miss, There Never Was A Better Bargain Driven.

Contentions For Trifles Can Get But A Trifling Victory.

The Day Seems Long, But Night Is Odious; No Sleep, But Dreams; No Dreams But Visions Strange.

There Is No Man Suddenly Either Excellently Good Or Extremely Evil, But Grows Either As He Holds Himself Up In Virtue Or Lets Himself Slide To Viciousness.

Reason! How Many Eyes Hast Thou To See Evils, And How Dim, Nay, Blind, Thou Art In Preventing Them.