Is He On His Horse? O Happy

I'll Say She Looks As Clear As Morning Roses Newly Washed With Dew.

Oh, I Am Fortune's Fool!

I Begin To Find An Idle And Fond Bondage In The Oppression Of Aged Tyranny, Who Sways, Not As It Hath Power, But As It Is Suffered.

Haply A Woman's Voice May Do Some Good When Articles Too Nicely Urged Be Stood On.

As Merry As The Day Is Long.