It's an ill aire where wee gaine nothing.

It's an ill aire where wee gaine nothing.

You needn't remind me of that.

You needn't remind me of that.

Now o'er his tomb and happy ashes will not violets spring?

Now o'er his tomb and happy ashes will not violets spring?

Of all smells, bread: of all tasts, salt.

Of all smells, bread: of all tasts, salt.

Chaos of thought and passion all confused.

Chaos of thought and passion all confused.

Mad desire, when it has the most, longs for more.

Mad desire, when it has the most, longs for more.

Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius.

Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius.

The market is the best garden.

The market is the best garden.

In time comes he whom God sends.

In time comes he whom God sends.