All Dark And Comfortless.

Scratching Could Not Make It Worse, An't Were Such A Face As Yours Were.

Love Yourself; And In That Love Not Unconsidered Leave Your Honor.

Thus Die I, Thus, Thus, Thus. Now Am I Dead, Now Am I Fled; My Soul Is In The Sky: Tongue, Lose Thy Light; Moon Take Thy Flight. Now Die, Die, Die, Die, Die.

Had I But Served My God With Half The Zeal I Served My King, He Would Not In Mine Age Have Left Me Naked To Mine Enemies.

Sin From Thy Lips? O Trespass Sweetly Urged! Give Me My Sin Again.