Tyranny Is Yielding To The

Corruption Is A Tree, Whose Branches Are Of An Immeasurable Length: They Spread Ev'rywhere; And The Dew That Drops From Thence Hath Infected Some Chairs And Stools Of Authority.

Come, Sing Now, Sing; For I Know You Sing Well; I See You Have A Singing Face.

Man Is His Own Star, And The Soul That Can Render An Honest And A Perfect Man, Commands All Light.

It's Impossible To Ravish Me, I'm So Willing.

Joys As Winged Dreams Fly Fast, / Why Should Sadness Longer Last? / Grief Is But A Wound To Woe; / Gentlest Fair, Mourn, Mourn No Moe.