Adieu, Adieu, Adieu! Remember Me.

The Tempter Or The Tempted, Who Sins Most?

Men From Children Nothing Differ.

I Find My Zenith Doth Depend Upon A Most Auspicious Star, Whose Influence If Now I Court Not, But Omit, My Fortunes Will Ever After Droop.

Yet Mark'd I Where The Bolt Of Cupid Fell: It Fell Upon A Little Western Flower, Before Milk-white, Now Purple With Love's Wound, And Maidens Call It Love-in-idleness.

Send Danger From The East Unto The West, So Honor Cross It From The North To South.