Till Our King Henry Had Shook Hands

When Our Actions Do Not, Our Fears Make Us Traitors.

Why, What Is Pomp, Rule, Reign, But Earth And Dust? And, Live We How We Can, Yet Die We Must.

Oft Expectation Fails, And Most Oft There Where Most It Promises; And Oft It Hits Where Hope Is Coldest, And Despair Most Fits.

And Yet,to Say The Truth, Reason And Love Keep Little Company Together Nowadays.

How Easy It Is For The Proper-false In Woman's Waxen Hearts To Set Their Forms!