For I Can Raise No Money By

To Whom God Will, There Be The Victory.

Upon Thy Cheek I Lay This Zealous Kiss, As Seal To The Indenture Of My Love.

An Old Black Ram Is Tupping Your White Ewe

When Once Our Grace We Have Forgot, Nothing Goes Right.

Take Physic, Pomp; Expose Thyself To Feel What Wretches Feel, That Thou Mayst Shake The Superflux To Them And Show The Heavens More Just.