On Pain Of Death, No Person Be

Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt, If Ever, Now.

The Bird That Hath Been Limed In A Bush, With Trembling Wings Misdoubteth Every Bush.

We Do Pray For Mercy, And That Same Prayer Doth Teach Us All To Render The Deeds Of Mercy.

Set Your Heart At Rest. The Fairyland Buys Not The Child Of Me.

Stars Hide Your Fires; Let Not Light See My Black And Deep Desires: The Eyes Wink At The Hand; Yet Let That Be Which The Eye Fears, When It Is Done, To See