The world must be peopled!

Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.

Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare, To digg the dust encloased heare! Blest be the man that spares thes stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.

Within the book and volume of thy brain.

Love, which teacheth me that thou and I am one

As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.