Away! Thou'rt Poison To My Blood.

If Chance Will Have Me King, Why, Chance May Crown Me.

And Yet,to Say The Truth, Reason And Love Keep Little Company Together Nowadays.

O Hell! To Choose Love With Another's Eye.

There's Not The Smallest Orb Which Thou Behold'st But In His Motion Like An Angel Sings.

What The Great Ones Do, The Less Will Prattle Of