It Is Silliness To Live

Lords, Knights And Gentlemen, What I Should Say My Tears Gainsay; For Every Word I Speak, Ye See I Drink The Water Of My Eye.

Lady, With Me, With Me Thy Fortune Lies.

Why, Thou Owest God A Death.

Lay Not That Flattering Unction To Your Soul, That Not Your Trespass But My Madness Speaks.

God Mark Thee To His Grace! Thou Was The Prettiest Babe That E'er I Nursed. And Might I Live To See Thee Married Once, I Have My Wish.