A Substitute Shines Brightly As A King

And Too Soon Marred Are Those So Early Made.

My Cake Is Dough, But I'll In Among The Rest, Out Of Hope Of All But My Share Of The Feast.

Where Souls Do Couch On Flowers We'll Hand In Hand.

Till All Grace Be In One Woman, One Woman Shall Not Come In My Grace.

He That Commends Me To Mine Own Content Commends Me To The Thing I Cannot Get. I To The World Am Like A Drop Of Water That In The Ocean Seeks Another Drop, Who, Falling There To Find His Fellow Forth, Unseen, Inquisitive, Confounds Himself: So I, To Find A Mother And A Brother, In Quest Of Them, Unhappy, Lose Myself.