Truth Hath A Quiet Breast.

Oh, I Have Passed A Miserable Night, So Full Of Ugly Sights, Of Ghastly Dreams!

If Thou Dost Love, Proclaim It Faithfully.

Sleep Dwell Upon Thine Eyes, Peace In Thy Breast! Would I Were Sleep And Peace, So Sweet To Rest.

Think'st Thou It Honourable For A Noble Man Still To Remember Wrongs?

You Jig, You Amble, And You Lisp.