Here I And Sorrows Sit; Here Is

What The Vengeance, Could He Not Speak 'em Fair?

My Love Is Deep; The More I Give To Thee, The More I Have, Both Are Infinite.

Take No Repulse, Whatever She Doth Say; For 'get You Gone,' She Doth Not Mean 'away.' Flatter And Praise, Commend, Extol Their Graces; Though Ne'er So Black, Say They Have Angels' Faces

What Should A Man Do But Be Merry? For Look You How Cheerfully My Mother Looks, And My Father Died Within's Two Hours.

Simply The Thing That I Am Shall Make Me Live.