Fair Youth, I Would I Could Make

Blind Is His Love, And Best Befits The Dark.

It Is Great Sin To Swear Unto A Sin, But Greater Sin To Keep A Sinful Oath.

I Have Seen The Day Of Wrong Through The Little Hole Of Discretion, And I Will Right Myself Like A Soldier.

Like A Red Morn That Ever Yet Betokened, Wreck To The Seaman, Tempest To The Field, Sorrow To The Shepherds, Woe Unto The Birds, Gusts And Foul Flaws To Herdmen And To Herds.

Death-counterfeiting Sleep.