Death Rock Me Asleep.

What Should Such Fellows As I Do Crawling Between Earth And Heaven?

O Time, Thou Must Untangle This, Not I. It Is Too Hard A Knot For Me T'untie.

Who Finds The Heifer Dead And Bleeding Fresh And Sees Fast-by A Butcher With An Axe, But Will Suspect 'twas He That Made The Slaughter?

Flower Of This Purple Dye, Hit With Cupid's Archery, Sink In Apple Of His Eye.

That's A Valiant Flea That Dares Eat His Breakfast On The Lip Of A Lion.