What I Have Done Is Yours; What

She Marking Them Begins A Wailing Note And Sings Extemporally A Woeful Ditty How Love Makes Young Men Thrall And Old Men Dote How Love Is Wise In Folly, Foolish-witty Her Heavy Anthem Still Concludes In Woe, And Still The Choir Of Echoes Answer So.

So Distribution Should Undo Excess, And Each Man Have Enough.

Virtue's Office Never Breaks Men's Troth.

Lovers Ever Run Before The Clock

Heaven - The Treasury Of Everlasting Life.