Unsubstantial Death Is Amorous.

I Have Supped Full With Horrors.

My Soul Is In The Sky.

What Fates Impose, That Men Must Needs Abide; It Boots Not To Resist Both Wind And Tide.

Adversity Makes Strange Bedfellows.

I Do Know When The Blood Burns, How Prodigal The Soul Lends The Tongue Vows.