Out Of This Nettle - Danger -

Be Merry, And Employ Your Chiefest Thoughts To Courtship And Such Fair Ostents Of Love As Shall Conveniently Become You There.

Thou Art A Soul In Bliss; But I Am Bound Upon A Wheel Of Fire; That Mine Own Tears Do Scald Like Molten Lead.

What A Deformed Thief This Fashion Is.

Crack'd In Pieces By Malignant Death.

The Love That Follows Us Sometime Is Our Trouble, Which Still We Thank As Love.