To Stand Against The Deep Dread-bolted Thunder,

Yes, Faith; It Is My Cousin's Duty To Make Curtsy And Say 'father, As It Please You.' But Yet For All That, Cousin, Let Him Be A Handsome Fellow, Or Else Make Another Curtsy And Say 'father, As It Please Me.

The Smallest Worm Will Turn Being Trodden On, And Doves Will Peck In Safeguard Of Their Brood.

All Dark And Comfortless.

Oh, Flatter Me; For Love Delights In Praises.

And Worse I May Be Yet: The Worst Is Not So Long As We Can Say 'this Is The Worst.