Where Hateful Death Put On His Ugliest

I Understand Thy Kisses, And Thou Mine, And That's A Feeling Disputation.

Sigh No More, Ladies, Sigh No More, Men Were Deceivers Ever,- One Foot In Sea And One On Shore, To One Thing Constant Never.

Great Floods Have Flown From Simple Sources.

I Have Sounded The Very Base-string Of Humility.

Thus Sometimes Hath The Brightest Day A Cloud; And After Summer Evermore Succeeds Barren Winter, With His Wrathful Nipping Cold: So Cares And Joys Abound, As Seasons Fleet.