Art Made Tongue-tied By Authority.

The Very Instant I Saw You, Did My Heart Fly To Your Service; There Resides To Make Me Slave To It. ...mine Unworthiness, That Dare Not Offer What I Desire To Give, And Much Less Take What I Shall Die To Want.

Those That Do Teach Young Babes Do It With Gentle Means And Easy Tasks.

Could Beauty, My Lord, Have Better Commerce Than With Honesty?

Conceal Me What I Am, And Be My Aid For Such Disguise As Haply Shall Become The Form Of My Intent.

Love Is Begun By Time And Time Qualifies The Spark And Fire Of It.