Wisely Weigh Our Sorrow With Our Comfort.

A Hundred Thousand Welcomes: I Could Weep, And I Could Laugh; I Am Light And Heavy: Welcome.

And When Love Speaks, The Voice Of All The Gods Makes Heaven Drowsy With The Harmony.

O Shame, Where Is Thy Blush?

Devils Soonest Tempt, Resembling Spirits Of Light.

Ne'er Ask Me What Raiment I'll Wear, For I Have No More Doublets Than Backs, No More Stockings Than Legs, Nor No More Shoes Than Feet--nay, Sometime More Feet Than Shoes, Or Such Shoes As My Toes Look Through The Overleather.