To Go To Bed After Midnight Is

Oh, Flatter Me; For Love Delights In Praises.

Haply A Woman's Voice May Do Some Good When Articles Too Nicely Urged Be Stood On.

The Web Of Our Life Is Of A Mingled Yarn, Good And Ill Together.

To Fear The Foe, Since Fear Oppresseth Strength, Gives In Your Weakness Strength Unto Your Foe.

Here Is A Rural Fellow That Will Not Be Denied Your Highness' Presence: He Brings You Figs.