I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
London Bridge is falling down
Falling down falling down
Falling down falling down
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam uti chelidon
(O swallow swallow)
Le Prince d'Aquitaine à la tour abolie
These fragments
I have shored against my ruins
Why then Ile fit you
Hieronymo's mad againe
Peace Peace
Peace
