Well I Sup And Well I Dine,

When The Tempter Me Pursueth With The Sins Of All My Youth, And Half Damns Me With Untruth, Sweet Spirit, Comfort Me!

Happy Is The Bride That The Sun Shines On.

Seldom Comes Glory Till A Man Be Dead.

Welcome, Maids Of Honor, You Doe Bring In The Spring, And Wait Upon Her.

A Little Saint Best Fits A Little Shrine, A Little Prop Best Fits A Little Vine, As My Small Cruse Best Fits My Little Wine.