Praise they that will times past, I joy to see My selfe now live: this age best pleaseth mee..

My soul I'll pour into thee..

But here's the sunset of a tedious day, These two asleep are; I'll but be undrest, And so to bed. Pray wish us all good rest..

Tis hard to find God, but to comprehend Him, as He is, is labour without end..

Twixt kings and tyrants there's this difference known; Kings seek their subjects' good: tyrants their own..

Whatever comes, let's be content withal: Among God's blessings there is no one small..

Tears are the noble language of the eye..

Our present tears here, not our present laughter Are but the handsells of our joys hereafter..

Love is maintain'd by wealth: when all is spent, Adversity then breeds the discontent..

And as this round (ring) is nowhere found to flaw, or else to sever. So let our love as endless prove and pure as gold forever..

The May-pole is up, Now give me the cup; I'll drink to the garlands around it; But first unto those Whose hands did compose The glory of flowers….

Next, when I cast mine eyes and see That brave vibration each way free, O how that glittering taketh me!.

Tears are the noble language of eyes, and when true love of words is destitute. The eye by tears speak, while the tongue is mute..

When a daffadill I see, Hanging down his head towards me, Guess I may, what I must be: First, I shall decline my head; Secondly, I shall be dead: Las….

When words we want, love teacheth to indite; And what we blush to speak, she bids us write..