Ambition's Debt Is Paid.

I Pray You, Do Not Fall In Love With Me, For I Am Falser Than Vows Made In Wine.

When Great Leaves Fall, The Winter Is At Hand.

Then Was I As A Tree Whose Boughs Did Bend With Fruit; But In One Night, A Storm Or Robbery, Call It What You Will, Shook Down My Mellow Hangings, Nay, My Leaves, And Left Me Bare To Weather.

All Thy Vexations Were But My Trials Of Thy Love, And Thou Hast Strangely Stood The Test; Here, Afore Heaven, I Ratify This My Rich Gift.

Lawless Are They That Make Their Wills Their Law.