Society Is No Comfort, To One Not

What E'er Thou Art, Act Well Thy Part.

Two Lovely Berries Moulded On One Stem; So, With Two Seeming Bodies, But One Heart.

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

Truth Hath A Quiet Breast.

And Gentlemen In England Now-a-bed Shall Think Themselves Accurs'd They Were Not Here, And Hold Their Manhoods Cheap Whiles Any Speaks That Fought With Us Upon Saint Crispin's Day.