Enough No More; Tis Not So Sweet

As Good Luck Would Have It, Comes In One Mistress Page, Gives Intelligence Of Ford's Approach, And In Her Invention, And Ford's Wife's Distraction, They Conveyed Me Into A Buck-basket.

Even Through The Hollow Eyes Of Death I Spy Life Peering.

A Turn Or Two I'll Walk To Still My Beating Mind.

The Poorest Service Is Repaid With Thanks.

Light Seeking Light Doth Light Of Light Beguile: So, Ere You Find Where Light In Darkness Lies, Your Light Grows Dark By Losing Of Your Eyes.