I Do Love I Know Not What;

Love Is A Circle That Doth Restless Move In The Same Sweet Eternity Of Love.

Gather Ye Rosebuds, While Ye May.

When A Daffadill I See, Hanging Down His Head Towards Me, Guess I May, What I Must Be: First, I Shall Decline My Head; Secondly, I Shall Be Dead: Lastly, Safely Buryed.

The First Act's Doubtful, But We Say, It Is The Last Commends The Play.

Wealth Cannot Make A Life, But Love.