Death Rock Me Asleep.

There Is A World Elsewhere.

Things Bad Begun Make Strong Themselves By Ill.

Holy, Fair, And Wise Is She; The Heaven Such Grace Did Lend Her, That She Might Admired Be.

Fair, Kind, And True, Have Often Lived Alone.

Have I Caught Thee, My Heavenly Jewel? Why, Now Let Me Die, For I Have Lived Long Enough.