Speak, My Fair, And Fairly, I Pray

I Heard A Bird So Sing, Whose Music, To My Thinking, Pleased The King.

Proper Deformity Shows Not In The Fiend So Horrid As In Woman.

But 'tis Common Proof, That Lowliness Is Young Ambition's Ladder, Whereto The Climber-upward Turns His Face; But When He Once Attains The Upmost Round, He Then Turns His Back, Looks In The Clouds, Scorning The Vase Defrees By Which He Did Ascend.

Here's That Which Is Too Weak To Be A Sinner, Honest Water, Which Ne'er Left Man I' The Mire.

My Way Of Life Is Fall'n Into The Sear And Yellow Leaf.