Tired With All These, For Restful Death

Well, I'll Repent, And That Suddenly, While I Am In Some Liking; I Shall Be Out Of Heart Shortly, And Then I Shall Have No Strength To Repent.

I That Please Some, Try All, Both Joy And Terror Of Good And Bad, That Makes And Unfolds Error.

Let's Meet As Little As We Can

What Power Is It Which Mounts My Love So High, That Makes Me See, And Cannot Feed Mine Eye

Every Offense Is Not A Hate At First.