We Suffer A Lot The

The Daintiest Last, To Make The End Most Sweet.

She Will Die If You Love Her Not, And She Will Die Ere She Might Make Her Love Known

Henceforth, I'll Bear Affliction Till It Do Cry Out Itself, 'enough, Enough, And Die.

Ay; Beauty's Princely Majesty Is Such, Confounds The Tongue And Makes The Senses Rough.

This Royal Throne Of Kings, This Scepter'd Isle, This Earth Of Majesty, This Seat Of Mars, This Other Eden, Demi-paradise.