And A Man's Life's No More Than

I See A Man's Life Is A Tedious One.

I Was Born Free As Caesar; So Were You

O Mistress Mine, Where Are You Roaming? O, Stay And Hear; Your True Love's Coming, That Can Sing Both High And Low: Trip No Further, Pretty Sweeting; Journeys End In Lovers Meeting, Every Wise Man's Son Doth Know. What Is Love? 'tis Not Hereafter; Present Mirth Hath Present Laughter; What's To Come Is Still Unsure: In Delay There Lies Not Plenty; Then, Come Kiss Me, Sweet And Twenty, Youth's A Stuff Will Not Endure.

A Countenance More In Sorrow Than In Anger.

The More Pity, That Fools May Not Speak Wisely What Wise Men Do Foolishly.