If It Will Feed Nothing Else, It

O Love, Be Moderate, Allay Thy Ecstasy, In Measure Rain Thy Joy, Scant This Excess!

Finish, Good Lady; The Bright Day Is Done, And We Are For The Dark.

The Gloomy Shade Of Death.

We Will Draw The Curtain And Show You The Picture.

Good Morning To You, Fair And Gracious Daughter.