At Once, Good Night- Stand Not Upon

Have You Not Heard It Said Full Oft, A Woman's Nay Doth Stand For Naught?

This World To Me Is Like A Lasting Storm,whirring Me From My Friends.

Crack'd In Pieces By Malignant Death.

Beware Of Entrance To A Quarrel.

I Am One, My Liege, Whom The Vile Blows And Buffets Of The World Have So Incensed That I Am Reckless What I Do To Spite The World.