In Naked Beauty More Adorn'd, More Lovely

And The More I See Pleasures About Me, So Much More I Feel Torment Within Me.

On The Morning Of Christ's Nativity Perhaps Their Loves, Or Else Their Sheep, Was All That Did Their Silly Thoughts So Busy Keep.

In Argument With Men A Woman Ever Goes By The Worse, Whatever Be Her Cause.

To Many A Youth And Many A Maid, Dancing In The Chequer'd Shade.

The Mountain Nymph, Sweet Liberty.