At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies.
When I was at home I was in a better place
Fortune reigns in gifts of the world.
O father Abram, what these Christians are, Whose own hard dealing teaches them suspect The thoughts of others!
In sweet music is such art: killing care and grief of heart fall asleep, or hearing, die.
If by chance I talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father.