Put Money In Thy Purse.

Most Friendship Is Faining, Most Loving Mere Folly: Then, Heigh-ho, The Holly. This Life Is Most Jolly.

O, How I Faint When I Of You Do Write, Knowing A Better Spirit Doth Use Your Name, And In The Praise Thereof Spends All His Might To Make Me Tongue-tied Speaking Of Your Fame.

Glory Grows Guilty Of Detested Crimes.

I Must To The Barber's, Monsieur, For Methinks I Am Marvellous Hairy About The Face.

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