Fortune Reigns In Gifts Of The World.

Lord, Lord, How This World Is Given To Lying!

Oh, Flatter Me; For Love Delights In Praises.

When My Love Swears That She Is Made Of Truth, I Do Believe Her, Though I Know She Lies.

O Sleep! O Gentle Sleep! Nature's Soft Nurse.

Death, Not Romeo, Take My Maidenhead!