Covering Discretion With A Coat Of Folly.

But Now I Am Cabined, Cribbed, Confined, Bound In To Saucy Doubts And Fears.

Suffer Love; A Good Epithet! I Do Suffer Love, Indeed, For I Love Thee Against My Will.

Fairies, Black, Grey, Green, And White, You Moonshine Revellers, And Shades Of Night, You Orphan Heirs Of Fixed Destiny, Attend Your Office And Your Quality.

You Have Witchcraft In Your Lips

I Wish You All The Joy That You Can Wish.