Go, Bid The Soldiers Shoot.

Be Not Thy Tongue Thy Own Shame's Orator.

A Tardiness In Nature, Which Often Leaves The History Unspoke, That It Intends To Do.

I See That The Fashion Wears Out More Apparel Than The Man.

Thus Weary Of The World, Away She Hies, And Yokes Her Silver Doves; By Whose Swift Aid Their Mistress Mounted Through The Empty Skies In Her Light Chariot Quickly Is Convey'd; Holding Their Course To Paphos, Where Their Queen Means To Immure Herself And Not Be Seen.

Death Rock Me Asleep.