So. Lie There, My Art.

If't Be Summer News, Smile To't Before; If Winterly, Thou Need'st But Keep That Count'nance Still.

Awake, Awake, English Nobility! Let Not Sloth Dim Your Horrors New-begot.

Thus With A Kiss I Die

Fair Katherine, And Most Fair, Will You Vouchsafe To Teach A Soldier Terms Such As Will Enter At A Lady's Ear, And Plead His Love-suit To Her Gentle Heart?

Give Thy Thoughts No Tongue.