Hear My Soul Speak. Of

Fairies, Black, Grey, Green, And White, You Moonshine Revellers, And Shades Of Night, You Orphan Heirs Of Fixed Destiny, Attend Your Office And Your Quality.

There Is Flattery In Friendship.

Though Authority Be A Stubborn Bear, Yet He Is Oft Let By The Nose With Gold.

As Merry As The Day Is Long.

How Slow This Old Moon Wanes! She Lingers My Desires, Like To A Stepdame, Or A Dowager, Long Withering Out A Young Man's Revenue.