Two that shall plotte together (Craftilie, so craftilie) Inn the Dark where no Mann strayeth What is it that Each one sayeth Bending lowe ? (Two heads that plott together) Matter it, if Winter weather Come upon them suddenlie? There is that, within the Twaine Making Joy of present Paine While long seasons goe Two—that shall hide together (Secretlie, so secretlie) In the wildes that no man knoweth To a place that no man knoweth They are gone. Two soules that plotte together) Matters it if Winter weather Come upon them where they bee? There is that within their breaste Making Peace of all unreste While they hide together And the long days goe.