He That Serves, Must Serve.

When The Tree Is Fallen, All Goe With Their Hatchet. [when The Tree Is Fallen, All Go With Their Hatchet.]

Willowes Are Weak, Yet They Bind Other Wood.

Speake Not Of A Dead Man At The Table.

I Envy No Man's Nightingale Or Spring; Nor Let Them Punish Me With Loss Of Rhyme, Who Plainly Say, My God, My King.

The Filth Under The White Snow, The Sunne Discovers.