Bid Me Discourse, I Will Enchant Thine

Dumb Jewels Often, In Their Silent Kind, More Than Quick Words, Do Move A Woman's Mind.

What's To Come Is Still Unsure: In Delay There Lies No Plenty; Then Come Kiss Me, Sweet And Twenty, Youth's A Stuff Will Not Endure.

I Am Not In The Roll Of Common Men.

Drink Down All Unkindness.

A Hand As Fruitful As The Land That Feeds Us; His Dew Falls Everywhere.