And She's Fair I Love.

If I Must Die, I Will Encounter Darkness As A Bride, And Hug It In Mine Arms.

A Jest's Prosperity Lies In The Ear Of Him That Hears It, Never In The Tongue Of Him That Makes It.

Fishes Live In The Sea, As Men Do A-land; The Great Ones Eat Up The Little Ones.

Are There No Stones In Heaven But What Serves For Thunder?

O, Then, What Graces In My Love Do Dwell, That He Hath Turn'd A Heaven Unto Hell