When Great Leaves Fall, The Winter Is

Lechery, Lechery; Still, Wars And Lechery: Nothing Else Holds Fashion.

The Undeserver May Sleep When The Man Of Action Is Called On.

A Thousand Kisses Buys My Heart From Me; And Pay Them At Thy Leisure, One By One.

O, Then, What Graces In My Love Do Dwell, That He Hath Turn'd A Heaven Unto Hell

I Wonder Men Dare Trust Themselves With Men.