When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.

“As I love the name of honour more than I fear death.”

“Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;Make dust our paper and with rainy…”

“He that is thy friend indeed,He will help thee in thy need:If thou sorrow, he w…”

“Love moderately. Long love doth so.Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.*Love…”