Things Won Are Done, Joy's Soul Lies

For My Own Part, I Shall Be Glad To Learn Of Noble Men.

Tis Mad Idolatry To Make The Service Greater Than The God.

Smooth Runs The Water Where The Brook Is Deep.

Of All The Fair Resort Of Gentlemen That Every Day With Parle Encounter Me, In Thy Opinion Which Is Worthiest Love?

... I Am At War 'twixt Will And Will Not.