That England, That Was Wont

Grim-visaged War Hath Smoothed His Wrinkled Front; And Now, Instead Of Mounting Barbed Steeds To Fright The Souls Of Fearful Adversaries, He Capers Nimbly In A Lady's Chamber To The Lascivious Pleasing Of A Lute.

Unsubstantial Death Is Amorous.

Thus Have I, Wall, My Part Discharged So; And, Being Done, Thus Wall Away Doth Go.

The Law Hath Not Been Dead, Though It Hath Slept.

As Soon Go Kindle Fire With Snow, As Seek To Quench The Fire Of Love With Words.