Put On The Dauntless Spirit Of Resolution.

Like Madness, Is The Glory Of This Life.

Give It An Understanding, But No Tongue.

A Time, Methinks, Too Short To Make A World-without-end Bargain In.

She Will Die If You Love Her Not, And She Will Die Ere She Might Make Her Love Known

Thine Eyes I Love, And They As Pitying Me, Knowing Thy Heart Torment Me With Disdain, Have Put On Black, And Loving Mourners Be, Looking With Pretty Ruth Upon My Pain.