The Gallantry Of His Grief Did Put

The Time Of Life Is Short; To Spend That Shortness Basely Were Too Long.

Comfort's In Heaven, And We Are On The Earth

This Bud Of Love, By Summer's Ripening Breath, May Prove A Beauteous Flower When Next We Meet

My Stronger Guilt Defeats My Strong Intent.

I Think Thy Horse Will Sooner Con An Oration Than Thou Learn A Prayer Without Book.