You Blocks, You Stones, You Worse Than

To Lapse In Fulness Is Sorer Than To Lie For Need, And Falsehood Is Worse In Kings Than Beggars.

But When I Came, Alas, To Wive, With Hey, Ho, The Wind And The Rain, By Swaggering Could I Never Thrive, For The Rain It Raineth Every Day.

If I Lose My Honor, I Lose Myself: Better I Were Not Yours Than Yours So Branchless.

A High Hope For A Low Heaven: God Grant Us Patience!

Poor Wretches That Depend On Greatness' Favor, Dream As I Have Done; Wake, And Find Nothing.