Golden Lads And Girls All Must As

The Common Curse Of Mankind, Folly And Ignorance, Be Thine In Great Revenue!

O Comfort-killing Night, Image Of Hell, Dim Register And Notary Of Shame, Black Stage For Tragedies And Murders Fell, Vast Sin-concealing Chaos, Nurse Of Blame!

Tis A Happy Thing To Be The Father Unto Many Sons.

I Swear Again, I Would Not Be A Queen For All The World.

He Took The Bride About The Neck And Kissed Her Lips With Such A Clamorous Smack That At The Parting All The Church Did Echo.