Death Rock Me Asleep.

He Is Deformed, Crooked, Old And Sere, Ill-faced, Worse Bodied, Shapeless Everywhere; Vicious, Ungentle, Foolish, Blunt, Unkind; Stigmatical In Making, Worse In Mind.

Then Come Kiss Me, Sweet And Twenty.

Who Wooed In Haste, And Means To Wed At Leisure.

Love Is A Spirit All Compact Of Fire.

My Charity Is Outrage, Life My Shame; And In That Shame Still Live My Sorrow's Rage!