O, My Offence Is Rank, It Smells

If Thou Engrossest All The Griefs Are Thine, Thou Robb'st Me Of A Moiety.

In That Small [time] Most Greatly Lived This Star Of England: Fortune Made His Sword, By Which The World's Best Garden He Achiev'd And Left It To His Son Imperial Lord. Henry The Sixth, In Infant Bands Crown'd King Of France And England Did This King Succeed; Whose State So Many Of Had The Managing, That They Lost France And Made His England Bleed.

Glory Is Like A Circle In The Water

And Thence From Athens Turn Away Our Eyes To Seek New Friends And Stranger Companies.

Fishes Live In The Sea, As Men Do A-land; The Great Ones Eat Up The Little Ones.