Courage Mounteth With Occasion.

Ay Me! Sad Hours Seem Long.

She's Good, Being Gone.

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.

By That Sin Fell The Angels.

And How His Audit Stands Who Knows, Save Heaven?