Crack'd In Pieces By Malignant Death.

Sin From Thy Lips? O Trespass Sweetly Urged! Give Me My Sin Again.

When The Mind's Free, The Body's Delicate.

Yet, Do Thy Worst, Old Time; Despite Thy Wrong, My Love Shall In My Verse Ever Live Young.

She Lov'd Me For The Dangers I Had Pass'd, And I Lov'd Her That She Did Pity Them

I Were Better To Be Eaten To Death With A Rust Than To Be Scoured To Nothing With Perpetual Motion.