Beauty Within Itself Should Not

You, And Your Lady, Take From My Heart All Thankfulness!

Make Less Thy Body Hence, And More Thy Grace. Leave Gormandizing.

Oh, She Doth Teach The Torches To Burn Bright!

It Is Not Vain Glory For A Man And His Glass To Confer In His Own Chamber.

Merrily, Merrily Shall I Live Now, Under The Blossom That Hangs On The Bough.