Where The Drink Goes In,

Sorrow Was All My Soul; I Scarce Believed, Till Grief Did Tell Me Roundly, That I Lived.

It Is Part Of A Poor Spirit To Undervalue Himself And Blush.

Sweet Day, So Cool, So Calm, So Bright, / The Bridal Of The Earth And Sky.

If You Would Bee At Ease, All The World Is Not.

A Wise Man Cares Not For What He Cannot Have.