Say, Thou Art Mine; And

What Is The City But The People?

With Mirth And Laughter Let Old Wrinkles Come. And Let My Liver Rather Heat With Wine, Than My Heart Cool With Mortifying Groans.

Bear With My Weakness. My Old Brain Is Troubled. Be Not Disturbed With My Infirmity.

The Presence Of A King Engenders Love Amongst His Subjects, And His Royal Friends.

The Icy Precepts Of Respect.