Give Me My Robe, Put On My

Sorrow Breaks Seasons And Reposing Hours, Makes The Night Morning, And The Noontide Night.

There Is No Creature Loves Me; And If I Die, No Soul Will Pity Me.

For In That Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come.

Greatest Scandal Waits On Greatest State.

Thou Mak'st Me Merry: I Am Full Of Pleasure; Let Us Be Jocund