For This Relief, Much Thanks

Our Wills And Fates Do So Contrary Run, That Our Devices Still Are Overthrown; Our Thoughts Are Ours, Their Ends None Of Our Own.

Mine Eyes Are Full Of Tears, My Heart Of Grief.

Dead Shepherd, Now I Find Thy Saw Of Might. Whoever Lov'd That Lov'd Not At First Sight.

With Love's Light Wings Did I O'er-perch These Walls, For Stony Limits Cannot Hold Love Out

... And Death Unloads Thee.