Heaven Truly Knows That Thou

His Worst Fault Is, He's Given To Prayer; He Is Something Peevish That Way.

To Fear The Worst Oft Cures The Worst.

The Blood Weeps From My Heart When I Do Shape, In Forms Imaginary, Th' Unguided Days And Rotten Times That You Shall Look Upon When I Am Sleeping With My Ancestors.

He Hath Eaten Me Out Of House And Home.

Mirth Cannot Move A Soul In Agony.