Where Souls Do Couch On Flowers We'll

Ambition, The Soldier's Virtue, Rather Makes Choice Of Loss, Than Gain Which Darkens Him.

Thou Mak'st Me Merry: I Am Full Of Pleasure; Let Us Be Jocund

Look How The World's Poor People Are Amazed At Apparitions, Signs And Prodigies!

He Is Not Great Who Is Not Greatly Good.

An Old Black Ram Is Tupping Your White Ewe