I Desire That Death Find Me Ready

For Virtue Only Finds Eternal Fame.

A Good Death Does Honour To A Whole Life.

There Is No Lighter Burden, Nor More Agreeable, Than A Pen.

Who Naught Suspects Is Easily Deceived.

What Name To Call Thee By, O Virgin Fair, I Know Not, For Thy Looks Are Not Of Earth And More Than Mortal Seems Thy Countenances