Come Not Between The Dragon And His

The Very Firstlings Of My Heart Shall Be The Firstlings Of My Hand.

My Long Sickness Of Health And Living Now Begins To Mend, And Nothing Brings Me All Things.

Now See That Noble And Most Sovereign Reason, Like Sweet Bells Jangled, Out Of Tune And Harsh.

Her Passions Are Made Of Nothing But The Finest Part Of Pure Love

As There Comes Light From Heaven And Words From Breath, As There Is Sense In Truth And Truth In Virtue