The Color Of The King Doth Come

Therefore Was I Created With A Stubborn Outside, With An Aspect Of Iron, That When I Come To Woo Ladies, I Fright Them. But, In Faith, Kate, The Elder I Wax, The Better I Shall Appear. My Comfort Is That Old Age, That Ill Layer-up Of Beauty, Can Do No More Spoil Upon My Face. Thou Hast Me, If Thou Hast Me, At The Worst, And Thou Shalt Wear Me, If Thou Wear Me, Better And Better.

Evermore Thanks, The Exchequer Of The Poor

He's Mad That Trusts In The Tameness Of A Wolf.

With Love's Light Wings Did I O'er-perch These Walls, For Stony Limits Cannot Hold Love Out

What's Past And What's To Come Is Strew'd With Husks And Formless Ruin Of Oblivion.