He That Has A House To Put's

A Hand As Fruitful As The Land That Feeds Us; His Dew Falls Everywhere.

This Fell Sergeant, Death, Is Strict In His Arrest.

For Death Remembered Should Be Like A Mirror, Who Tells Us Life’s But Breath, To Trust It Error.

Give Me To Drink Mandragora.

For This Relief Much Thanks. 'tis Bitter Cold, And I Am Sick At Heart.