The Love That Follows Us Sometime Is

Words Are Easy, Like The Wind; Faithful Friends Are Hard To Find.

Who Seeks, And Will Not Take, When Once 'tis Offer'd, Shall Never Find It More.

There's Some Ill Planet Reigns: I Must Be Patient Till The Heavens Look With An Aspect More Favourable.

O, My Lord, You Said That Idle Weeds Are Fast In Growth: The Prince My Brother Hath Outgrown Me Far.

I Am Too Old To Fawn Upon A Nurse, Too Far In Years To Be A Pupil Now.