Ford, John

"All this I'll do, to free me from the rodOf vengeance; else I'll swear my fate's my god."

"O, I bleed fast!Death, thou'rt a guest long look'd for; I embraceThee and thy wounds: O, my last minute comes!Where'er I go, let me enjoy this graceFreely to view my Annabella's face."

"Keeps the soul in tune,At whose sweet music all our actions dance,"

"The sickness of a mindBroken with griefs."