Tis Beauty Truly Blent, Whose Red And

Sir, In My Heart There Was A Kind Of Fighting That Would Not Let Me Sleep.

Winter's Not Gone Yet, If The Wild Geese Fly That Way.

Love Like A Shadow Flies When Substance Love Pursues Pursuing That That Flies, And Flying What Pursues.

I Speak Of Peace, While Covert Enmity Under The Smile Of Safety Wounds The World

He That Hath A Beard Is More Than A Youth, And He That Hath No Beard Is Less Than A Man. He That Is More Than A Youth Is Not For Me, And He That Is Less Than A Man, I Am Not For Him.