You Will Never Age For Me, Nor

She Lov'd Me For The Dangers I Had Pass'd, And I Lov'd Her That She Did Pity Them

O, Then, What Graces In My Love Do Dwell, That He Hath Turn'd A Heaven Unto Hell

He That Hath A Beard Is More Than A Youth, And He That Hath No Beard Is Less Than A Man. He That Is More Than A Youth Is Not For Me, And He That Is Less Than A Man, I Am Not For Him.

I Have Sounded The Very Base-string Of Humility.

As For My Wife, I Would You Had Her Spirit In Such Another; The Third O' Th' World Is Yours, Which With A Snaffle You May Pace Easy, But Not Such A Wife.