And Sleep, That Sometime Shuts Up Sorrow's

For I Can Raise No Money By Vile Means.

He Is The Half Part Of A Blessed Man, Left To Be Finished By Such As She; And She A Fair Divided Excellence, Whose Fullness Of Perfection Lies In Him.

This Rudeness Is A Sauce To His Good Wit, Which Gives Men Stomach To Digest His Words With Better Appetite.

And Yet, By Heaven, I Think My Love As Rare As Any She Belied With False Compare.

'tis The Soldier's Life To Have Their Balmy Slumbers Waked With Strife.