Praise Us As We Are Tasted, Allow

For I Can Raise No Money By Vile Means.

For My Part, If A Lie May Do Thee Grace, I'll Gild It With The Happiest Terms I Have.

Yon Grey Lines That Fret The Clouds Are Messengers Of Day.

My Crown Is In My Heart, Not On My Head.

The Liquid Drops Of Tears That You Have Shed Shall Come Again, Transform'd To Orient Pearl, Advantaging Their Loan With Interest Of Ten Times Double Gain Of Happiness.