Seldom Comes Glory Till A Man Be

But Here's The Sunset Of A Tedious Day, These Two Asleep Are; I'll But Be Undrest, And So To Bed. Pray Wish Us All Good Rest.

Love Is A Circle That Doth Restless Move In The Same Sweet Eternity Of Love.

Cherry-ripe, Ripe, Ripe, I Cry, Full And Fair Ones; Come And Buy. If So Be You Ask Me Where They Do Grow, I Answer: There, Where My Julia's Lips Do Smile; There's The Land, Or Cherry-isle, Whose Plantations Fully Show All The Year Where Cherries Grow.

In Ways To Greatness Think On This, That Slippery All Ambition Is

Give Me A Kiss, And To That Kiss A Score: Then To That Twenty, Add A Hundred More.