You Wear Out A Good Wholesome Forenoon

I Pray You Bear Me Henceforth From The Noise And Rumour Of The Field, Where I May Think The Remnant Of My Thoughts In Peace, And Part Of This Body And My Soul With Contemplation And Devout Desires.

I Was A Coward On Instinct.

Here Will Be An Old Abusing Of God's Patience And The King's English.

To Be Merry Best Becomes You; For, Out Of Question, You Were Born In A Merry Hour.

Glory Is Like A Circle In The Water