Art Made Tongue-tied By Authority.

I Will Not Be Sworn But Love May Transform Me To An Oyster; But I'll Take My Oath On It, Till He Have Made An Oyster Of Me He Shall Never Make Me Such A Fool.

No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead Than You Shall Hear The Surly Sullen Bell Give Warning To The World That I Am Fled From This Vile World, With Vilest Worms To Dwell.

Enjoy The Honey-heavy Dew Of Slumber.

But Shall We Wear These Glories For A Day? Or Shall They Last, And We Rejoice In Them?

My Friends Were Poor, But Honest, So's My Love.