I Swear Again, I Would Not Be

Young Men's Love Then Lies Not Truly In Their Hearts, But In Their Eyes.

When My Love Swears That She Is Made Of Truth, I Do Believe Her, Though I Know She Lies.

From You Have I Been Absent In The Spring, When Proud Pied April, Dressed In All His Trim, Hath Put A Spirit Of Youth In Every Thing.

Open Thy Gate Of Mercy, Gracious God, My Soul Flies Through These Wounds To Seek Out Thee.

Mind Your Speech A Little Lest You Should Mar Your Fortunes.