O Me, You Juggler, You Canker-blossom, You

Wise Men Never Sit And Wail Their Loss, But Cheerily Seek How To Redress Their Harms.

What Should A Man Do But Be Merry? For Look You How Cheerfully My Mother Looks, And My Father Died Within's Two Hours.

He Is The Most Wretched Of Men Who Has Never Felt Adversity.

Have I Thought Long To See This Morning’s Face, And Doth It Give Me Such A Sight As This?

Ill Deeds Are Doubled With An Evil Word.