Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death.
His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise.
Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye.
"Lawyers Are": Perilous mouths.
God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.
Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies.