Fruits That Blossom First Will First Be

Things Past Redress Are Now With Me Past Care

When I Waked, I Cried To Dream Again

Is She Not Passing Fair?

Upon His Royal Face There Is No Note How Dread An Army Hath Enrounded Him.

Come, Go With Us, Speak Fair; You May Salve So, Not What Is Dangerous Present, But The Los Of What Is Past.