Assure Thee, If I Do Vow A

Heaven Take My Soul, And England Keep My Bones!

With Love's Light Wings Did I O'er-perch These Walls, For Stony Limits Cannot Hold Love Out

Fairies, Black, Grey, Green, And White, You Moonshine Revellers, And Shades Of Night, You Orphan Heirs Of Fixed Destiny, Attend Your Office And Your Quality.

But She Makes Hungry Where She Most Satisfies.

The Stroke Of Death Is As A Lover's Pinch, Which Hurts And Is Desired.