We Cannot All Be Masters.

A Nun Of Winter's Sisterhood Kisses Not More Religiously; The Very Ice Of Chastity Is In Them.

Now No Way Can I Stray; Save Back To England, All The World's My Way.

What, All So Soon Asleep! I Wish Mine Eyes Would, With Themselves, Shut Up My Thoughts.

A Cup Of Hot Wine With Not A Drop Of Allaying Tiber In 't.

Receive What Cheer You May. The Night Is Long That Never Finds The Day.