Some Are Unwisely Liberal, And More Delight

It Is Not Good To Wake A Sleeping Lion.

Ring Out Your Bells! Let Mourning Show Be Spread! For Love Is Dead.

Come Sleep! Oh Sleep, The Certain Knot Of Peace, The Baiting-place Of Wit, The Balm Of Woe, The Poor Man's Wealth, The Prisoner's Release, The Indifferent Judge Between The High And Low.

Shallow Brooks Murmur Most, Deep And Silent Slide Away.

To Be Rhymed To Death As Is Said To Be Done In Ireland.