Time, That Takes Survey Of All The

Let Me Be Ignorant, And In Nothing Good, But Graciously To Know I Am No Better.

These Blessed Candles Of The Night.

Thine Eyes I Love, And They As Pitying Me, Knowing Thy Heart Torment Me With Disdain, Have Put On Black, And Loving Mourners Be, Looking With Pretty Ruth Upon My Pain.

What, Man, Defy The Devil. Consider, He's An Enemy To Mankind.

Nature's Tears Are Reason's Merriment.