Be Merry; You Have Cause, So Have

Sir, In My Heart There Was A Kind Of Fighting That Would Not Let Me Sleep.

Faith, I Have Been A Truant In The Law And Never Yet Could Frame My Will To It, And Therefore Frame The Law Unto My Will.

If Thou Couldst, Doctor, Cast The Water Of My Land, Find Her Disease, And Purge It To A Sound And Pristine Health, I Would Applaud Thee To The Very Echo, That Should Applaud You Again.

What's Gone, And What's Past Help, Should Be Past Grief.

I Am Asham'd That Women Are So Simple To Offer War Where They Should Kneel For Peace.