Misery And Misfortune Is All One; And

Those Lovers Scorn Whom That Love Doth Possess? Do They Call Virtue There Ungratefulness?

With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb'st The Skies! How Silently, And With How Wan A Face!

Indeed, The Roman Laws Allowed No Person To Be Carried To The Wars But He That Was In The Soldiers Roll.

As Well The Soldier Dieth Who Standeth Still As He That Gives The Bravest Onset.

O Sweet Woods, The Delight Of Solitariness!