Hang those that talk of fear.
Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long.
I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyesโand moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncleโs.
I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
On the batโs back I do fly After summer merrily.