If Love Be Blind, Love Cannot Hit

Help, Master, Help! Here's A Fish Hangs In The Net, Like A Poor Man's Right In The Law; 'twill Hardly Come Out.

Rumour Doth Double, Like The Voice And Echo, The Numbers Of The Feared.

I 'gin To Be Aweary Of The Sun, And Wish Th' Estate O' Th' World Were Now Undone.

Defer No Time, Delays Have Dangerous Ends.

I Will Through And Through Cleanse The Foul Body Of Th' Infected World, If They Will Patiently Receive My Medicine.