Ay, When Fowls Have No Feathers And

The Pleasing Punishment That Women Bear.

For Never Was A Story Of More Woe Than This Of Juliet And Her Romeo.

Let Me Say Amen Betimes Lest The Devil Cross My Prayer, For Here He Comes In The Likeness Of A Jew.

But What's So Blessed-fair That Fears No Blot? Thou Mayst Be False, And Yet I Know It Not.

My Love Is As A Fever, Longing Still.