I Never See Thy Face But I

Mean And Mighty, Rotting Together, Have One Dust.

Some Say That Ever 'gainst The Season Comes Wherein Our Saviour's Birth Is Celebrated, The Bird Of Dawning Singeth All Night Long: And Then, They Say, No Spirit Can Walk Abroad; The Nights Are Wholesome; Then No Planets Strike, No Fairy Takes, Nor Wi

False Face Must Hide What The False Heart Doth Know.

A Great Perturbation In Nature, To Receive At Once The Benefit Of Sleep And Do The Effects Of Watching!

Let Me Confess That We Two Must Be Twain, Although Our Undivided Loves Are One.