Let's Teach Ourselves That Honorable Stop, Not

I'll Make Death Love Me; For I Will Contend Even With His Pestilent Scythe.

O Me, You Juggler, You Canker-blossom, You Thief Of Love!

In Springtime, The Only Pretty Ring Time Birds Sing, Hey Ding A-ding, A-ding Sweet Lovers Love The Spring—

In Black Ink My Love May Still Shine Bright.

Ring The Alarum-bell! Blow, Wind! Come, Wrack! At Least We'll Die With Harness On Our Back.