I Have A Kind Soul That Would

I Am Thy Father's Spirit; Doom'd For A Certain Term To Walk The Night And, For The Day, Confin'd To Fast In Fires, Till The Foul Crimes, Done In My Days Of Nature, Are Burnt And Purg'd Away.

I'll Teach You Differences.

Though Authority Be A Stubborn Bear, Yet He Is Oft Let By The Nose With Gold.

By Being Seldom Seen, I Could Not Stir But Like A Comet I Was Wondered At.

Journeys End In Lovers Meeting.