And Brought Of Mighty Ale

For I Have Seyn Of A Ful Misty Morwe Folowen Ful Ofte A Myrie Someris Day.

Thou Shalt Make Castels Thanne In Spayne And Dreme Of Joye, All But In Vayne.

In Love There Is But Little Rest.

For God's Love, Take Things Patiently, Have Sense, Think! We Are Prisoners And Shall Always Be. Fortune Has Given Us This Adversity, Some Wicked Planetary Dispensation, Some Saturn's Trick Or Evil Constellation Has Given Us This, And Heaven, Though We Had Sworn The Contrary, So Stood When We Were Born. We Must Endure It, That's The Long And Short.

Fie On Possession, But If A Man Be Vertuous Withal.