Let Life Be Short, Else Shame Will

Who Could Refrain That Had A Heart To Love And In That Heart Courage To Make Love Known?

I Am Not Mad; I Would To Heaven I Were! For Then, 'tis Like I Should Forget Myself; O, If I Could, What Grief Should I Forget!

When Griping Grief The Heart Doth Wound, And Doleful Dumps The Mind Opresses, Then Music, With Her Silver Sound, With Speedy Help Doth Lend Redress.

I Am Falser Than Vows Made In Wine.

The Gaudy, Blabbing, And Remorseful Day Is Crept Into The Bosom Of The Sea.