Against Love's Fire Fear`s Frost Hath Dissolution

Go To You Bosom: Knock There, And Ask Your Heart What It Doth Know.

But No Perfection Is So Absolute, That Some Impurity Doth Not Pollute.

Things Sweet To Taste Prove In Digestion Sour.

I Can Call Spirits From The Vasty Deep.

The Devil Hath Power To Assume A Pleasing Shape.