The Small Amount Of Foolery Wise Men

For Naught So Vile That On The Earth Doth Live But To The Earth Some Special Good Doth Give.

I Have Seen The Day Of Wrong Through The Little Hole Of Discretion, And I Will Right Myself Like A Soldier.

And By That Destiny To Perform An Act Whereof What's Past Is Prologue, What To Come In Yours And My Discharge.

Against Love's Fire Fear`s Frost Hath Dissolution

So We Grew Together Like To A Double Cherry, Seeming Parted, But Yet An Union In Partition, Two Lovely Berries Molded On One Stem.