Some Rise By Sin, And Some By

O, Here Will I Set Up My Everlasting Rest, And Shake The Yoke Of Inauspicious Stars From This World-wearied Flesh. Eyes, Look Your Last! Arms, Take Your Last Embrace! And, Lips, O You The Doors Of Breath, Seal With A Righteous Kiss A Dateless Bargain To Engrossing Death!

Women Are As Roses, Whose Fair Flower, Being Once Displayed, Doth Fall That Very Hour.

Ambition's Debt Is Paid.

O, Train Me Not, Sweet Mermaid, With Thy Note, To Drown Me In Thy Sister’s Flood Of Tears.

I Count Myself In Nothing Else So Happy As In A Soul Remembering My Good Friends