I Love Thee; None But Thee, And

And Teach Me How To Name The Bigger Light, And How The Less, That Burn By Day And Night.

Here Is A Rural Fellow That Will Not Be Denied Your Highness' Presence: He Brings You Figs.

He Must Needs Go That The Devil Drives.

... I Am At War 'twixt Will And Will Not.

Evermore Thanks, The Exchequer Of The Poor