He Doth Nothing But Talk Of His

Being Of No Power To Make His Wishes Good: His Promises Fly So Beyond His State That What He Speaks Is All In Debt; He Owes For Every Word.

I Am Falser Than Vows Made In Wine.

You Know That Love Will Creep In Service Where It Cannot Go.

Falsehood Falsehood Cures

All Days Are Nights To See Till I See Thee, And Nights Bright Days When Dreams Do Show Thee Me.