Time Goes On Crutches Till

Love That Well Which Thou Must Leave Ere Long.

What Say You To A Piece Of Beef And Mustard?

There Was A Star Danced, And Under That Was I Born.

My Cake Is Dough, But I'll In Among The Rest, Out Of Hope Of All But My Share Of The Feast.

Nymph, In Thy Orisons Be All My Sins Remembered!