Comfort's In Heaven, And We Are On

I Cannot, Nor I Will Not Hold Me Still; My Tongue, Though Not My Heart, Shall Have His Will.

For I Have Sworn Thee Fair, And Thought Thee Bright, Who Art As Black As Hell, As Dark As Night.

That If You Be Honest And Fair, Your Honesty Should Admit No Discourse To Your Beauty.

Let Me Not Live, After My Flame Lacks Oil, To Be The Snuff Of Younger Spirits.

O Mischief, Thou Art Swift To Enter In The Thoughts Of Desperate Men!