Things Are Evermore Sincere; / Candor Here,

Give Me A Kiss, And To That Kiss A Score: Then To That Twenty, Add A Hundred More.

For Pitty, Sir, Find Out That Bee Which Bore My Love Away I'le Seek Him In Your Bonnet Brave, I'le Seek Him In Your Eyes.

Tis Not The Food, But The Content, That Makes The Table's Merriment.

Next, When I Cast Mine Eyes And See That Brave Vibration Each Way Free, O How That Glittering Taketh Me!

Gather Ye Rosebuds, While Ye May.