Come The Three Corners Of The World

There Is Nothing Either Good Or Bad But Thinking Makes It So.

Sir, In My Heart There Was A Kind Of Fighting That Would Not Let Me Sleep.

Heaven Truly Knows That Thou Art False As Hell.

What Thing, In Honor, Had My Father Lost, That Need To Be Revived And Breathed In Me?

Have Not Saints Lips, And Holy Palmers Too Ay, Pilgrim, Lips That They Must Use In Prayer.