For This Relief, Much Thanks

If They Love They Know Not Why, They Hate Upon No Better Ground, They Hate Upon No Better A Ground

O How Wretched Is That Poor Man That Hangs On Princes Favors! There Is Betwixt That Smile We Would Aspire To, That Sweet Aspect Of Princes, And Their Ruin, More Pangs And Fears Than Wars Or Women Have, And When He Falls, He Falls Like Lucifer, Never To Hope Again.

I Am A Man More Sinned Against Than Sinning

Women May Fail When There Is No Strength In Man

The Summer's Flower Is To The Summer Sweet Though To Itself It Only Live And Die