Till Our King Henry Had Shook Hands

Though It Make The Unskillful Laugh, Cannot But Make The Judicious Grieve.

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

For She Had Eyes And Chose Me.

O' Thinkest Thou We Shall Ever Meet Again? I Doubt It Not; And All These Woes Shall Serve For Sweet Discourses In Our Times To Come.

The Native Hue Of Resolution Is Sicklied O'er With The Pale Cast Of Thought; And Enterprises Of Great Pitch And Moment, With This Regard, Their Currents Turn Awry, And Lose The Name Of Action.