Night's Candles Have Burned Out, And Jocund

There's Rosemary, That's For Remembrance. Pray You, Love, Remember.

You Are A Lover. Borrow Cupid's Wings And Soar With Them Above A Common Bound.

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

Let Us Our Lives, Our Souls, Our Debts, Our Careful Wives, Our Children, And Our Sins, Lay On The King!

When Griping Grief The Heart Doth Wound, And Doleful Dumps The Mind Opresses, Then Music, With Her Silver Sound, With Speedy Help Doth Lend Redress.