A Lover's Eyes Will Gaze An Eagle

Winter, Which, Being Full Of Care, Makes Summer's Welcome Thrice More Wish'd, More Rare.

What's His Offense? Groping For Trout In A Peculiar River.

My Love Is As A Fever, Longing Still For That Which Longer Nurseth The Disease, Feeding On That Which Doth Preserve The Ill, Th' Uncertain Sickly Appetite To Please. My Reason, The Physician To My Love, Angry That His Prescriptions Are Not Kept, Hath Left Me, And I Desperate Now Approve Desire Is Death, Which Physic Did Except.

Put On The Dauntless Spirit Of Resolution.

O Excellent! I Love Long Life Better Than Figs.