Like As The Waves Make

I See That The Fashion Wears Out More Apparel Than The Man.

Give To A Gracious Message An Host Of Tongues, But Let Ill Tidings Tell Themselves When They Be Felt.

Give Me Mine Angle, We'll To Th' River: There, My Music Playing Far Off, I Will Betray Tawny-finned Fishes. My Bended Hook Shall Pierce Their Slimy Jaws; And As I Draw Them Up, I'll Think Them Every One An Antony, And Say, 'ah, Ha! Are Caught!'

The Loyalty, Well Held To Fools, Does Make Our Faith Mere Folly.

I Am Never Merry When I Hear Sweet Music.