Words To Deeds Cold Breath Gives.

If There Were Reason For These Miseries, Then Into Limits Could I Bind My Woes. If The Winds Rages, Doth Not The Sea Wax Mad, Threat'ning The Welkin With Its Big-swoll'n Face? And Wilt Though Have A Reason For This Coil? I Am The Sea. Hark How Her Sighs Doth Blow. She Is The Weeping Welkin, I The Earth.

Highly Fed And Lowly Taught.

The Love Of Heaven Makes One Heavenly.

And Therefore Is Love Said To Be A Child, Because In Choice He Is So Oft Beguil'd

Those That Are Good Manners At The Court Are As Ridiculous In The Country, As The Behavior Of The Country Is Most Mockable At The Court.