Defer No Time, Delays Have Dangerous Ends.

If It Be You That Stirs These Daughters' Hearts Against Their Father, Fool Me Not So Much To Bear It Tamely; Touch Me With Noble Anger, And Let Not Women's Weapons, Water Drops, Stain My Man's Cheeks.

Come Away, Come Away, Death, And In Sad Cypres Let Me Be Laid; Fly Away, Fly Away, Breath; I Am Slain By A Fair Cruel Maid.

Policy Sits Above Conscience.

I Am Wrapped In Dismal Thinking.

I Had As Lief Have Been Myself Alone.