We Will Meet; And There We May

The Caterpillars Of The Commonwealth, Which I Have Sworn To Weed And Pluck Away.

There Is No Creature Loves Me; And If I Die, No Soul Will Pity Me.

Silence Is The Perfect Herald Of Joy.

By Medicine Life May Be Prolonged, Yet Death Will Seize The Doctor Too.

Some Sins Do Bear Their Privilege On Earth, And So Doth Yours: Your Fault Was Not Your Folly; Needs Must You Lay Your Heart At His Dispose, Subjected Tribute To Commanding Love, Against Whose Fury And Unmatched Force The Aweless Lion Could Not Wage The Fight Nor Keep His Princely Heart From Richard's Hand.