To Some Kind Of Men Their Graces

An Earnest Conjuration From The King, As England Was His Faithful Tributary, As Love Between Them Like The Palm Might Flourish, As Peace Should Still Her Wheaten Garland Wear And Stand A Comma 'tween Their Amities, And Many Such-like As's Of Great Charge, That, On The View And Knowing Of These Contents, Without Debatement Further, More Or Less, He Should The Bearers Put To Sudden Death, Not Shriving Time Allow'd.

When Once Our Grace We Have Forgot, Nothing Goes Right.

I Doubt Not Then But Innocence Shall Makefalse Accusation Blush, And Tyrannytremble At Patience.

If All The Year Were Playing Holidays; To Sport Would Be As Tedious As To Work.

Thou Hast Not Half That Power To Do Me Harm As I Have To Be Hurt.