He That Has A House

Of Chastity, The Ornaments Are Chaste.

At Christmas, I No More Desire A Rose.

The Hind That Would Be Mated By The Lion Must Die For Love.

There Is None But He Whose Being I Do Fear; And Under Him My Genius Is Rebuked, As It Is Said Mark Antony's Was By Caesar.

On The Bat’s Back I Do Fly After Summer Merrily.