God Mark Thee To His Grace! Thou

A Young Man Married Is A Man That's Marred.

I Told You, Sir, They Were Red-hot With Drinking; So Full Of Valor That They Smote The Air, For Breathing In Their Faces, Beat The Ground For Kissing Of Their Feet.

Wisdom And Fortune Combating Together, If That The Former Dare But What It Can, No Chance May Shake It.

For There's No Motion That Tends To Vice In Man, But I Affirm It Is The Woman's Part.

This England Never Did, Nor Never Shall, Lie At The Proud Foot Of A Conqueror.