O Me, You Juggler, You

Fair Thoughts And Happy Hours Attend On You.

Women's Weapons, Water-drops.

All Is Well Ended If This Suit Be Won. That You Express Content; Which We Will Pay, With Strife To Please You, Day Exceeding Day.

I Pray Thee Cease Thy Counsel, Which Falls Into Mine Ears As Profitless As Water In A Sieve.

O England! Model To Thy Inward Greatness, Like Little Body With A Might Heart.