I Go, I Go, Look How I

Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind Thou Art Not So Unkind, As Man's Ingratitude.

A Very Scurvy Fellow.

Live In Thy Shame, But Die Not Shame With Thee!

But I Will Be, A Bridegroom In My Death, And Run Into't As To A Lover's Bed.

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