Ay, When Fowls Have No Feathers And

Unsubstantial Death Is Amorous.

You Are A Lover. Borrow Cupid's Wings And Soar With Them Above A Common Bound.

I Thank God I Am As Honest As Any Man Living That Is An Old Man And No Honester Than I.

It Is As Easy To Count Atomies As To Resolve The Propositions Of A Lover.

Abate The Edge Of Traitors, Gracious Lord, That Would Reduce These Bloody Days Again And Make Poor England Weep In Streams Of Blood! Let Them Not Live To Taste This Land's Increase That Would With Treason Wound This Fair Land's Peace! Now Civil Wounds Are Stopped, Peace Lives Again: That She May Long Live Here, God Say Amen!