When Death Doth Close His Tender Dying

The Insolence Of Office.

That You Were Once Unkind Befriends Me Now, And For That Sorrow, Which I Then Did Feel, Needs Must I Under My Transgression Bow, Unless My Nerves Were Brass Or Hammered Steel.

Of All Knowledge The Wise And Good Seek Most To Know Themselves.

Send Danger From The East Unto The West, So Honor Cross It From The North To South.

Captain Of Our Fairy Band, Helena Is Here At Hand, And The Youth, Mistook By Me, Pleading For A Lover's Fee. Shall We Their Fond Pageant See? Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be!