Heaven Truly Knows That Thou

They Are Fairies; He That Speaks To Them Shall Die. I'll Wink And Couch; No Man Their Works Must Eye.

I Like Not Fair Terms And A Villain's Mind.

If I Must Die, I Will Encounter Darkness As A Bride, And Hug It In Mine Arms.

I Am Not Mad; I Would To Heaven I Were! For Then, 'tis Like I Should Forget Myself; O, If I Could, What Grief Should I Forget!

He Is Dead And Gone, Lady, He Is Dead And Gone; At His Head A Grass-green Turf, At His Heels A Stone.