Think'st Thou It Honourable For A Noble

Let Us Our Lives, Our Souls, Our Debts, Our Careful Wives, Our Children, And Our Sins, Lay On The King!

Done To Death By Slanderous Tongue

Muster Your Wits; Stand In Your Own Defence.

Captain Of Our Fairy Band, Helena Is Here At Hand, And The Youth, Mistook By Me, Pleading For A Lover's Fee. Shall We Their Fond Pageant See? Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be!

Thus With A Kiss I Die