Blood Is The God Of War's Rich

O Soul, Be Changed Into Little Waterdrops, / And Fall Into The Ocean, Ne'er Be Found!

O, Thou Art Fairer Than The Evening Air Clad In The Beauty Of A Thousand Stars.

Confess And Be Hanged.

Love Is Not Ful Of Pittie (as Men Say) But Deaffe And Cruell, Where He Meanes To Pray.

Fornication: But That Was In Another Country; And Besides, The Wench Is Dead.