Knotting song
Nymphs and shepherds
I attempt from Love's sickness to fly
Full fathom five
Come unto these yellow sands
Thy hand, Belinda, darkness shades me
When I am laid in earth
I'll sail upon the Dog-Star
They tell us that you mighty powers above
On the brow of Richmond Hill
Fairest Isle, all Isles excelling
What shall I do
From rosy bow'rs.
