Because It Is A Customary Cross, As

Upon Thy Cheek I Lay This Zealous Kiss, As Seal To The Indenture Of My Love.

Let Not The World See Fear And Sad Distrust Govern The Motion Of A Kingly Eye.

Men So Noble, However Faulty, Yet Should Find Respect For What They Have Been: 'tis A Cruelty To Load A Falling Man.

O Heresy In Fair, Fit For These Days, A Giving Hand, Though Foul, Shall Have Fair Praise.

When Griping Grief The Heart Doth Wound, And Doleful Dumps The Mind Opresses, Then Music, With Her Silver Sound, With Speedy Help Doth Lend Redress.