I Hope To See London Once Ere

The Moon Of Rome, Chaste As The Icicle That's Curded By The Frost From Purest Snow.

O, Full Of Scorpions Is My Mind!

When You Depart From Me Sorrow Abides And Happiness Takes His Leave.

Hear The Meaning Within The Word.

Why, All Delights Are Vain, But That Most Vain Which, With Pain Purchased, Doth Inherit Pain: As, Painfully To Pore Upon A Book, To Seek The Light Of Truth, Which Truth The While Doth Falsely Blind The Eyesight Of His Look.