Confusion Now Hath Made His Masterpiece.

Set Your Heart At Rest. The Fairyland Buys Not The Child Of Me.

Why Didst Thou Promise Such A Beauteous Day And Make Me Travel Forth Without My Cloak, To Let Base Clouds O'ertake Me In My Way, Hiding They Brav'ry In Their Rotten Smoke?

Falsehood Falsehood Cures

Now He'll Outstare The Lightning. To Be Furious Is To Be Frightened Out Of Fear.

Stars Hide Your Fires; Let Not Light See My Black And Deep Desires: The Eyes Wink At The Hand; Yet Let That Be Which The Eye Fears, When It Is Done, To See