There's Small Choice In Rotten Apples.

Base Is The Slave That Pays.

And Thence From Athens Turn Away Our Eyes To Seek New Friends And Stranger Companies.

Unsubstantial Death Is Amorous.

Light Seeking Light Doth Light Of Light Beguile: So, Ere You Find Where Light In Darkness Lies, Your Light Grows Dark By Losing Of Your Eyes.

Ere I Could Make Thee Open Thy White Hand, And Clap Thyself My Love; Then Didst Thou Utter, I Am Your's For Ever!