Good Morrow, Fair Ones; Pray You, If

A Woman Would Run Through Fire And Water For Such A Kind Heart.

Where Souls Do Couch On Flowers We'll Hand In Hand.

How Art Thou Out Of Breath When Thou Hast Breath To Say To Me That Thou Art Out Of Breath?

Bell, Book And Candle Shall Not Drive Me Back, When Gold And Silver Becks Me To Come On.

A Man Cannot Make Him Laugh; But That's No Marvel; He Drinks No Wine.... If I Had A Thousand Sons, The First Human Principle I Would Teach Them Should Be, To Forswear Thin Potations And To Addict Themselves To Sack.