Bell, Book And Candle Shall Not Drive

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity

I Was Adored Once Too.

But Fish Not With This Melancholy Bait For This Fool Gudgeon, This Opinion.

Jesu, Jesu, The Mad Days That I Have Spent! And To See How Many Of My Old Acquaintance Are Dead!

Hot Lavender, Mints, Savory, Marjoram; The Marigold, That Goes To Bed Wi' The Sun, And With Him Rise Weeping.