Better A Witty Fool Than A Foolish

Each Present Joy Or Sorrow Seems The Chief.

My Noble Father, I Do Perceive Here A Divided Duty. To You I Am Bound For Life And Education. My Life And Education Both Do Learn Me How To Respect You. You Are The Lord Of My Duty, I Am Hitherto Your Daughter. But Here’s My Husband, And So Much Duty As My Mother Showed To You, Preferring You Before Her Father, So Much I Challenge That I May Profess Due To The Moor My Lord.

Death Where Is Thy Sting? Love, Where Is Thy Glory?

Rumour Doth Double, Like The Voice And Echo, The Numbers Of The Feared.

I Love A Ballad In Print O' Life, For Then We Are Sure They Are True.