I Was A Coward On Instinct.

There Is Plenty Of Time To Sleep In The Grave

The Third Day Comes A Frost, A Killing Frost.

O, What Men Dare Do! What Men May Do! What Men Daily Do, Not Knowing What They Do.

You Are My True And Honourable Wife; As Dear To Me As The Ruddy Drops That Visit My Sad Heart.

But I Am Constant As The Northern Star, Of Whose True Fixed And Resting Quality There Is No Fellow In The Firmament.