Be Not Afeard; The Isle Is Full

A Book? O, Rare One, Be Not, As Is Our Fangled World, A Garment Nobler Than That It Covers.

You Saw Her Fair, None Else Being By, Herself Pois'd With Herself In Either Eye; But In That Crystal Scales Let There Be Weigh'd Your Lady's Love Against Some Other Maid That I Will Show You Shining At This Feast, And She Shall Scant Show Well That Now Seems Best.

Methought I Was Enamour'd Of An Ass.

To Be Direct And Honest Is Not Safe.

In Thy Youth Wast As True A Lover, As Ever Sighed Upon A Midnight Pillow