He Is As Full Of Valor As

Slanders, Sir, For The Satirical Rogue Says Here That Old Men Have Grey Beards, That Their Faces Are Wrinkled, Their Eyes Purging Think Amber And Plum-tree Gum, And That They Have A Plentiful Lack Of Wit, Together With Most Weak Hams.

The Path Is Smooth That Leadeth On To Danger.

The Little Dogs And All, Tray, Blanch, And Sweetheart-see, They Bark At Me.

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.

One Whom The Music Of His Own Vain Tongue Doth Ravish Like Enchanting Harmony.