Temptation: The Fiend At My Elbow.

Chain Me With Roaring Bears; Or Shut Me Nightly In A Charnel-house, O'er-covered Quite With Dead Men's Rattling Bones, With Reeky Shanks And Yellow Chapless Skulls; Or Bid Me Go Into A New-made Grave, And Hide Me With A Dead Man In His Shroud; Things That, To Hear Them Told, Have Made Me Tremble; And I Will Do It Without Fear Or Doubt, To Live An Unstain'd Wife Of My Sweet Love.

Virtue Itself Scapes Not Calumnious Strokes.

What Ugly Sights Of Death Within Mine Eyes!

A Man I Am Cross'd With Adversity.

Ay, But To Die, And Go We Know Not Where.