What's Brave, What's Noble, Let's Do It

What's To Come Is Still Unsure: In Delay There Lies No Plenty; Then Come Kiss Me, Sweet And Twenty, Youth's A Stuff Will Not Endure.

Heaven Truly Knows That Thou Art False As Hell.

Hang There Like Fruit, My Soul, Till The Tree Die!

A Jest's Prosperity Lies In The Ear

Ask Me No Reason Why I Love You; For Though Love Use Reason For His Physician, He Admits Him Not For His Counsellor.