The Prize Of All Too Precious You.

The Fire Seven Times Tried This; Seven Times Tried That Judgement Is That Did Never Choose Amiss Some There Be That Shadows Kiss; Such Have But A Shadows Bliss, There Be Fool Alive, I Wis Silverd O'er, And So Was This Take What Wife You Will To Bed I Will Ever Be Your Head. So Be Gone; You Are Sped.

Courage And Comfort, All Shall Yet Go Well

Fair Youth, I Would I Could Make Thee Believe I Love.

And Ruin`d Love When It Is Built Anew, Grows Fairer Than At First, More Strong, Far Greater

Short Time Seems Long In Sorrow's Sharp Sustaining.