Some Rise By Sin, And

If Fortune Torments Me, Hope Contents Me.

O, Train Me Not, Sweet Mermaid, With Thy Note, To Drown Me In Thy Sister’s Flood Of Tears.

In Thee Thy Mother Dies, Our Household's Name, My Death's Revenge, Thy Youth, And England's Fame.

All Men's Faces Are True, Whatsome'er Their Hands Are.

Things Past Redress Are Now With Me Past Care