The Hand Of Little Employment Hath The

Here Comes A Pair Of Very Strange Beasts, Which In All Tongues Are Called Fools.

To Be Merry Best Becomes You; For, Out Of Question, You Were Born In A Merry Hour.

Thine Eyes I Love, And They As Pitying Me, Knowing Thy Heart Torment Me With Disdain, Have Put On Black, And Loving Mourners Be, Looking With Pretty Ruth Upon My Pain.

Two Lovely Berries Moulded On One Stem; So, With Two Seeming Bodies, But One Heart.

My Love Is Thine To Teach; Teach It But How, And Thou Shalt See How Apt It Is To Learn. Any Hard Lesson That May Do Thee Good.