Summer's Lease Hath All Too Short A

Grim-visaged War Hath Smoothed His Wrinkled Front; And Now, Instead Of Mounting Barbed Steeds To Fright The Souls Of Fearful Adversaries, He Capers Nimbly In A Lady's Chamber To The Lascivious Pleasing Of A Lute.

Up And Down, Up And Down I Will Lead Them Up And Down I Am Feared In Field In Town Goblin, Lead Them Up And Down

The Empty Vessel Makes The Loudest Sound.

Dissembling Harlot, Thou Art False In All!

Suffer Love; A Good Epithet! I Do Suffer Love, Indeed, For I Love Thee Against My Will.