By That Sin Fell The Angels.

The Gaudy, Blabbing, And Remorseful Day Is Crept Into The Bosom Of The Sea.

A Politician... One That Would Circumvent God.

Stars, Hide Your Fires; Let Not Light See My Black And Deep Desires.

O Mistress Mine, Where Are You Roaming? O, Stay And Hear; Your True Love's Coming, That Can Sing Both High And Low: Trip No Further, Pretty Sweeting; Journeys End In Lovers Meeting, Every Wise Man's Son Doth Know. What Is Love? 'tis Not Hereafter; Present Mirth Hath Present Laughter; What's To Come Is Still Unsure: In Delay There Lies Not Plenty; Then, Come Kiss Me, Sweet And Twenty, Youth's A Stuff Will Not Endure.

She Will Die If You Love Her Not, And She Will Die Ere She Might Make Her Love Known