My Stars Shine Darkly Over

The Breaking Of So Great A Thing Should Make A Greater Crack: The Round World Should Have Shook Lions Into Civil Streets, And Citizens To Their Dens.

And Either Victory, Or Else A Grave.

Forget, Forgive; Conclude, And Be Agreed.

In Maiden Meditation, Fancy Free.

So Loving To My Mother, That He Might Not Beteem The Winds Of Heaven, Visit Her Face' Too Roughly.