The Fringed Curtains Of Thine Eye Advance,

This Sleep Is Sound Indeed; This Is A Sleep That From This Golden Rigol Hath Divorc'd So Many English Kings.

In Black Ink My Love May Still Shine Bright.

Wert Thou As Far As That Vast Shore Washed With The Farthest Sea, I Would Adventure For Such Merchandise.

The Will Is Deaf And Hears No Heedful Friends.

For By His Face Straight Shall You Know His Heart.