There Is An Old Poor

What Showers Arise, Blown With The Windy Tempest Of My Heart

What's The Newest Grief? Each Minute Tunes A New One.

And Caesar Shall Go Forth.

Some Rise By Sin, And Some By Virtue Fall.

Let Us Sit And Mock The Good Housewife Fortune From Her Wheel, That Her Gifts May Henceforth Be Bestowed Equally, I Would We Could Do So For Her Benefits Are Mightily Misplaced And The Bountiful Blind Girl Doth Most Mistake In Her Gifts To Women. 'tis True For Those That She Makes Fair She Scarce Makes Honest And Those That She Makes Honest She Makes Very Ill-favouredly. Nay, Now Thou Goest From Fortunes Office To Natures. Fortune Reigns In Gifts Of The World, Not In The Lineaments Of Nature.