Sit By My Side, And

The Sands Are Number'd That Make Up My Life; Here Must I Stay, And Here My Life Must End.

Oh Why Rebuke You Him That Loves You So? / Lay Breath So Bitter On Your Bitter Foe.

I Have Seen Roses Damask'd, Red And White, But No Such Roses See I In Her Cheeks.

Chewing The Food Of Sweet And Bitter Fancy.

All Offences Come From The Heart.