Golden Lads And Girls All Must As

Grace And Remembrance Be To You Both.

Keep Time! How Sour Sweet Music Is When Time Is Broke And No Proportion Kept! So Is It In The Music Of Men's Lives. I Wasted Time And Now Doth Time Waste Me.

Grief Fills The Room Up Of My Absent Child, Lies In His Bed, Walks Up And Down With Me, Puts On His Pretty Look, Repeats His Words, Remembers Me Of His Gracious Parts, Stuffs Out His Vacant Garments With His Form

Base Men Being In Love Have Then A Nobility In Their Natures More Than Is Native To Them.

This Thing Of Darkness I Acknowledge Mine.