Downy Sleep, Death's Counterfeit.

Light Seeking Light Doth Light Of Light Beguile: So, Ere You Find Where Light In Darkness Lies, Your Light Grows Dark By Losing Of Your Eyes.

Thus Hath The Candle Sing'd The Moth. O These Deliberate Fools!

Come, Woo Me, Woo Me, For Now I Am In A Holiday Humor, And Like Enough To Consent.

Do Not Spread The Compost On The Weeds.

And To The English Court Assemble Now, From Every Region, Apes Of Idleness!