Allow Not Nature More Than Nature Needs.

One Sin Another Doth Provoke.

Who Could Refrain That Had A Heart To Love And In That Heart Courage To Make Love Known?

Death Is My Son-in-law. Death Is My Heir. My Daughter He Hath Wedded. I Will Die, And Leave Him All. Life, Living, All Is Death’s.

Contention, Like A Horse, Full Of High Feeding, Madly Hath Broke Loose, And Bears Down All Before Him.

I Hope To See London Once Ere I Die.