Chewing The Food Of Sweet And Bitter

When That Churl Death My Bones With Dust Shall Cover.

Thou Mak'st Me Merry: I Am Full Of Pleasure; Let Us Be Jocund

My Stars Shine Darkly Over Me

But When I Came, Alas, To Wive, With Hey, Ho, The Wind And The Rain, By Swaggering Could I Never Thrive, For The Rain It Raineth Every Day.

If She Lives Till Doomsday, She'll Burn A Week Longer Than The Whole World.