Sit By My Side, And Let The

But She Makes Hungry Where She Most Satisfies.

Lawless Are They That Make Their Wills Their Law.

When Fortune Means To Men Most Good, She Looks Upon Them With A Threatening Eye.

O All You Host Of Heaven! O Earth! What Else? And Shall I Couple Hell?

An Earnest Conjuration From The King, As England Was His Faithful Tributary, As Love Between Them Like The Palm Might Flourish, As Peace Should Still Her Wheaten Garland Wear And Stand A Comma 'tween Their Amities, And Many Such-like As's Of Great Charge, That, On The View And Knowing Of These Contents, Without Debatement Further, More Or Less, He Should The Bearers Put To Sudden Death, Not Shriving Time Allow'd.