Exceeds Man's Might: That Dwells With The

Not All The Water In The Rough Rude Sea Can Wash The Balm From An Anointed King.

Upon Thy Cheek I Lay This Zealous Kiss, As Seal To The Indenture Of My Love.

There's Husbandry In Heaven; Their Candles Are All Out.

Take Her Away; For She Hath Lived Too Long, To Fill The World With Vicious Qualities.

I'll Privily Away; I Love The People, But Do Not Like To Stage Me To Their Eyes; Though It Do Well, I Do Not Relish Well Their Loud Applause And Aves Vehement, Nor Do I Think The Man Of Safe Discretion That Does Not Affect It.