In Time The Savage Bull Doth Bear

If [god] Send Me No Husband, For The Which Blessing I Am At Him Upon My Knees Every Morning And Evening.

So We Grew Together Like To A Double Cherry, Seeming Parted, But Yet An Union In Partition, Two Lovely Berries Molded On One Stem.

Of One That Lov'd Not Wisely But Too Well.

Thou Call'st Me Dog Before Thou Hadst A Cause, But Since I Am A Dog, Beware My Fangs.

Let Me Embrace Thee, Sour Adversity, For Wise Men Say It Is The Wisest Course.