You Take My Life When You Do

For My Part, I May Speak It To My Shame, I Have A Truant Been To Chivalry; And So I Hear He Doth Account Me Too.

The People Are The City.

My Long Sickness Of Health And Living Now Begins To Mend, And Nothing Brings Me All Things.

Who Wooed In Haste, And Means To Wed At Leisure.

Their Lips Were Four Red Roses On A Stalk.