The Purest Treasure Mortal Times

I'll Follow Thee And Make A Heaven Of Hell, To Die Upon The Hand I Love So Well

Love, Therefore, And Tongue-tied Simplicity In Least Speak Most, To My Capacity.

Things Done Well And With A Care, Exempt Themselves From Fear.

How Low Am I, Thou Painted Maypole?

Winter, Which, Being Full Of Care, Makes Summer's Welcome Thrice More Wish'd, More Rare.