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