Come, Lady, Die To Live.

Zounds! I Was Never So Bethumped With Words Since I First Called My Brother's Father Dad.

Where Souls Do Couch On Flowers We'll Hand In Hand.

So Shalt Thou Feed On Death, That Feeds On Men.

Time Goes On Crutches Till Love Have All His Rites.

I Understand Thy Kisses, And Thou Mine, And That's A Feeling Disputation.