Winter's Not Gone Yet, If

No, Time, Thou Shalt Not Boast That I Do Change.

Ill Deeds Are Doubled With An Evil Word.

The Trust I Have Is In Mine Innocence, And Therefore Am I Bold And Resolute.

For A Quart Of Ale Is A Dish For A King.

The Love Of Wicked Men Converts To Fear; That Fear To Hate, And Hate Turns One Or Both To Worthy Danger And Deserved Death.