He That Dies Pays All Debts.

A Man In All The World's New Fashion Planted, That Hath A Mint Of Phrases In His Brain.

But Thy Eternal Summer Shall Not Fade.

And Yet, By Heaven, I Think My Love As Rare As Any She Belied With False Compare.

'tis The Soldier's Life To Have Their Balmy Slumbers Waked With Strife.

So Now I Have Confessed That He Is Thine, And I My Self Am Mortgaged To Thy Will, My Self I'll Forfeit, So That Other Mine, Thou Wilt Restore To Be My Comfort Still.