This forced league doth force a further strife.

“O that I were a mockery king of snowStanding before the sun of BolingbrokeTo me…”

“Under the greenwood tree,Who loves to lie with meAnd tune his merry note,Unto t…”

“For where thou art, there is the world itself,With every several pleasure in th…”

“I will desist;...But there is something glows upon my cheek,And whispers in min…”