The Dear Father Would With His Daughter

He Knows What It's Like To Strut And Fret His Hour Upon The Stage And Then Be Heard No More.

I Almost Die For Food, And Let Me Have It!

Lord, Lord, How This World Is Given To Lying!

Fortune Is Painted Blind, With A Muffler Afore Her Eyes, To Signify To You That Fortune Is Blind.

I Love A Ballad But Even Too Well If It Be Doleful Matter Merrily Set Down, Or A Very Pleasant Thing Indeed And Sung Lamentably.